Barn fun, also Olympics
*Tonight while feeding the horses-after watching the Olympics all day- it suddenly hit me that riding is the only sport that involves animals. And it kind of freaked me out there for a minute.
Can't really explain why.
The closest thing is ice dancing and pairs skating, but even then you can talk to your partner.
huh
*Okay, so I'm not as enamored of ice skating as I used to be, but dang, I still love those pretty sparkly costumes. :D
*My nose runs when it's cold. Just a little bit, but it can be constant. Really annoying when I ride, though, because I can't wipe it off until we're at a breaking point. Otherwise I might jerk reins, or put us out of balance. Kinda gross.
*I started conditioning with Zolar about 6 weeks ago. And up until last Tuesday I was thinking that I might add in another song's worth of something (trot or canter). Then our coach worked out a way to help him not fall on his shoulders (and hold onto the reins like a freight train when he feels like it). It involves keeping my hands 'up' (feels like way up in the air, but not actually), and not letting him even touch the inside rein. No letting him slowly start leaning on it and tricking me into holding him. He likes to be held. *sigh* But, OMG does it take a lot out of us both.
*Apparently Germany doesn't believe in sparkles. France does, though. Oh, the German ones were just teeny.
Can't really explain why.
The closest thing is ice dancing and pairs skating, but even then you can talk to your partner.
huh
*Okay, so I'm not as enamored of ice skating as I used to be, but dang, I still love those pretty sparkly costumes. :D
*My nose runs when it's cold. Just a little bit, but it can be constant. Really annoying when I ride, though, because I can't wipe it off until we're at a breaking point. Otherwise I might jerk reins, or put us out of balance. Kinda gross.
*I started conditioning with Zolar about 6 weeks ago. And up until last Tuesday I was thinking that I might add in another song's worth of something (trot or canter). Then our coach worked out a way to help him not fall on his shoulders (and hold onto the reins like a freight train when he feels like it). It involves keeping my hands 'up' (feels like way up in the air, but not actually), and not letting him even touch the inside rein. No letting him slowly start leaning on it and tricking me into holding him. He likes to be held. *sigh* But, OMG does it take a lot out of us both.
*Apparently Germany doesn't believe in sparkles. France does, though. Oh, the German ones were just teeny.