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"So what are you even LEARNING in lessons anymore?"
My mom asked me that a couple of months ago, and I forget what lame answer I gave--something like "How to do what I already do, but better? Prettier circles. Prettier transitions."
How do you explain dressage lessons to a casual trail rider, anyway? "Well, this week I was really focused on keep my thighs loose and my knees being only a hinge. Oh, and trotting in a straight line."
Sometimes I wished I jumped because at least that seems like something concrete I could explain better. Then I remember that what horses my trainer has that jump, all loooooove to jump. Loooooove. Sounds great, right? Yes, except for the nervous older noob who is NOT okay with just casually adding in some extra jumps you saw over there for giggles. Seriously, she has George, who thinks that jumping is to be done AS FAST AS POSSIBLE, and Butter, who will make that turn you didn't think she could make to add in another jump that was on a totally different line because SHE CAN. I'm not sure I can trust either of those lovely lunatics to be super easy on me.
And I don't even know if George jumps anymore, actually. I think he's pretty solidly retired except for toting his owner's kid around. Which is kind of a shame, because I owe a lot to that little asshole and would love to get on him again. I'm not sure who's more obnoxious on the ground, his sly, mischievous ass or Miss Lluvia The Big Red Mare Who Knows How Big She Is.
...George. George is totally more of a bother because he's all pony attitude in a slightly-bigger-than-pony package. Seriously, what a cocknugget. (I love him so, so much.) (But he is a cocknugget!)
...sooo, I guess I'll just hope my mom doesn't ask that question again. :P
My mom asked me that a couple of months ago, and I forget what lame answer I gave--something like "How to do what I already do, but better? Prettier circles. Prettier transitions."
How do you explain dressage lessons to a casual trail rider, anyway? "Well, this week I was really focused on keep my thighs loose and my knees being only a hinge. Oh, and trotting in a straight line."
Sometimes I wished I jumped because at least that seems like something concrete I could explain better. Then I remember that what horses my trainer has that jump, all loooooove to jump. Loooooove. Sounds great, right? Yes, except for the nervous older noob who is NOT okay with just casually adding in some extra jumps you saw over there for giggles. Seriously, she has George, who thinks that jumping is to be done AS FAST AS POSSIBLE, and Butter, who will make that turn you didn't think she could make to add in another jump that was on a totally different line because SHE CAN. I'm not sure I can trust either of those lovely lunatics to be super easy on me.
And I don't even know if George jumps anymore, actually. I think he's pretty solidly retired except for toting his owner's kid around. Which is kind of a shame, because I owe a lot to that little asshole and would love to get on him again. I'm not sure who's more obnoxious on the ground, his sly, mischievous ass or Miss Lluvia The Big Red Mare Who Knows How Big She Is.
...George. George is totally more of a bother because he's all pony attitude in a slightly-bigger-than-pony package. Seriously, what a cocknugget. (I love him so, so much.) (But he is a cocknugget!)
...sooo, I guess I'll just hope my mom doesn't ask that question again. :P