What goes up, must come down!
Wow long time no posting! I have had so much going on I have a lot of catching up to do, but right now I need to post about my wonderful horse show last week!!!!!
As many know, the Saddlebreds and Arabians have always been my favorite breeds to ride and show, both hunt seat and saddleseat (preferably saddleseat) but with life changes of the past 2 years and living in prime Hunter Jumper territory, managing a Hunter barn, so on and so forth... Saddleseat riding has been a memory of the past.
The year of 2004 had many situations arise. Firstly, my major scare in May when I had a young Thoroughbred filly decide that flipping over backwards seemed like a fun idea, resulting in a compressed L1 and L2 vertibrae and shattered pelvis. Putting me out of riding for nearly 6 months, work for equally the amount of time, and enough fear and sense into me that made me realize I don't have to prove myself a hero and say "Oh, I can ride that!". Every rider needs to have some fear, otherwise you're going to get hurt, which I did. I had an angel watching over me that somehow kept me walking, and riding. The fall of 2004 I showed my friends American Saddlebred mare at my favorite show, Deerfield Fair, located in New Hampshire. It was a great show, and my last time in the show ring to this day.
This summer I started riding my same friends new horse, a fancy spotted American Saddlebred gelding. We schooled a few times over the summer (Driving to NH from NY to ride is a trip!), and I was planning for the best. Very excited to show at the 2008 Deerfield Fair, my boss also came with me to see what the hustle is with the saddle horse world and share some of my excitement with me. Everything was wonderful, the horse was wonderful all summer, he went into the schooling ring wonderful and I went into my class with full intentions of winning.
As we say, what goes up, must come down. These ending photos will be ordered and framed, because it's a reminder... No matter how good a horse, no matter how good a rider... Unfortunately, well, shit happens. On the days where I am upset and lonely or hurt, I can look back and say "it could always be worse".
Minus some serious bruising, stiff muscles, and a hip that doesn't want to work perfect, I'm okay. Let's just say my debut back into the ring isn't as smooth as it could have been.
Can I get a medal for this ride?
As many know, the Saddlebreds and Arabians have always been my favorite breeds to ride and show, both hunt seat and saddleseat (preferably saddleseat) but with life changes of the past 2 years and living in prime Hunter Jumper territory, managing a Hunter barn, so on and so forth... Saddleseat riding has been a memory of the past.
The year of 2004 had many situations arise. Firstly, my major scare in May when I had a young Thoroughbred filly decide that flipping over backwards seemed like a fun idea, resulting in a compressed L1 and L2 vertibrae and shattered pelvis. Putting me out of riding for nearly 6 months, work for equally the amount of time, and enough fear and sense into me that made me realize I don't have to prove myself a hero and say "Oh, I can ride that!". Every rider needs to have some fear, otherwise you're going to get hurt, which I did. I had an angel watching over me that somehow kept me walking, and riding. The fall of 2004 I showed my friends American Saddlebred mare at my favorite show, Deerfield Fair, located in New Hampshire. It was a great show, and my last time in the show ring to this day.
This summer I started riding my same friends new horse, a fancy spotted American Saddlebred gelding. We schooled a few times over the summer (Driving to NH from NY to ride is a trip!), and I was planning for the best. Very excited to show at the 2008 Deerfield Fair, my boss also came with me to see what the hustle is with the saddle horse world and share some of my excitement with me. Everything was wonderful, the horse was wonderful all summer, he went into the schooling ring wonderful and I went into my class with full intentions of winning.
As we say, what goes up, must come down. These ending photos will be ordered and framed, because it's a reminder... No matter how good a horse, no matter how good a rider... Unfortunately, well, shit happens. On the days where I am upset and lonely or hurt, I can look back and say "it could always be worse".
Minus some serious bruising, stiff muscles, and a hip that doesn't want to work perfect, I'm okay. Let's just say my debut back into the ring isn't as smooth as it could have been.
Can I get a medal for this ride?