Here I am again, just back from my riding lesson and ready to chart the ‘successes and failures’ of my lessons this weekend. My obsession has reached the level that I went (or rather - travelled, since Kis Vihar’s place is 80 km away from Budapest ) riding both Saturday and Sunday.
Arrived on Saturday and got quite bad news – Dora was lame and thus could not be ridden. In my mind (which instantly got overactive ) I went quickly over all the options I could have which, I have to admit, were not really happy ones for a wuss like me – Ingrid according to Karin is ‘not normal’ at times, Kicsi – quite green, Fella – not good in school for a novice rider. Hmmm...
To make long story short, I rode Kisci and... loved it. Would be lying if I said that loved every minute of it since we had a bit of difference of opinion at some moments Me – knowing that she is a bit green (and my mind coming up with different possibilities what could happen with a rider like me on a green horse ), her – wondering who the h*** is this sitting on her back, oh no, it’s better to follow mummy AT ALL TIMES, but when Karin left the arena, she chose Paul to be the second best, went there and just PARKED in front of him. I was sitting there, feeling totally helpless because Kicsi flatly refused to move. And then I got to know many interesting things about the pecking order (Kicsi as it turned out has the top position among the mares) and following Paul’s tips finally more or less managed to establish myself as one higher in hierarchy (quite a chellange for someone who usually feels like being at the mercy of the horse ). Did some walk and trot (without Kicsi following Mummy or Paul ), practiced dressage test and finally went out for a mini walking hack with Paul leading Kicsi and Karin - Kis Vihar for his very first hack out. In the second part of the lesson I was already really enjoying riding her, somehow I got the feeling that we ...dont know...kind of ‘clicked’.
Today – beginning not so good. Tried to ride Ingrid and was (and felt) totally useless and helpless on her. It was like I had to do every single thing different from what I usually do when riding other horses to get her move. She did move but, as Karin remarked, was half asleep. After 15 minutes or so it became obvious that I was not to be her ‘wake-up call’ today (she did have to wake up though – Karin rode her afterwards). I really couldn’t help myself - on the one hand I was trying to be a bit firmer, but on the other hand thinking– oh, please, just be a nice, calm horse, please don’t do anything DANGEROUS! And she didn’t... instead, she fell asleep
After this quite frustrating beginning (why oh why I am such a coward!?) I had a blissful reunion with Kicsi And she was good as gold! I quickly gathered the few remaining bits and pieces of confidence and we had a nice lesson, walk, trot, practising the dressage test and at the end... yay!.. few tiny jumps on a BIG horse as compared to Dora Again, seeing Paul putting up the crosspole jump, panicked (my overactive mind saying – errrmmm... BUT I am not riding Dora who is safe... Kicsi is a green horse... big one, too... imagine the distance between me and the ground if I fall!!!..., NOT sure this is a very good idea...), BUT did it several times, the last one I even enjoyed! And Kicsi – she was SO happy and excited, having her ‘happy ears’ when going towards the jump, and when I got off her she did another circle on her own, merrily going over the jump just for the fun of it!
For the record for myself – have to remind myself to relax at all times, have to work on rising less in trot, HAVE to make my tummy muscles work!! Until now they had been unfairly left out from taking an active part in my riding lessons! :frown: Can’t believe that none of the instructors I have had had never told me any of this!
And last but not least I have a confession to make – I am a bit in love with Kicsi!
Arrived on Saturday and got quite bad news – Dora was lame and thus could not be ridden. In my mind (which instantly got overactive ) I went quickly over all the options I could have which, I have to admit, were not really happy ones for a wuss like me – Ingrid according to Karin is ‘not normal’ at times, Kicsi – quite green, Fella – not good in school for a novice rider. Hmmm...
To make long story short, I rode Kisci and... loved it. Would be lying if I said that loved every minute of it since we had a bit of difference of opinion at some moments Me – knowing that she is a bit green (and my mind coming up with different possibilities what could happen with a rider like me on a green horse ), her – wondering who the h*** is this sitting on her back, oh no, it’s better to follow mummy AT ALL TIMES, but when Karin left the arena, she chose Paul to be the second best, went there and just PARKED in front of him. I was sitting there, feeling totally helpless because Kicsi flatly refused to move. And then I got to know many interesting things about the pecking order (Kicsi as it turned out has the top position among the mares) and following Paul’s tips finally more or less managed to establish myself as one higher in hierarchy (quite a chellange for someone who usually feels like being at the mercy of the horse ). Did some walk and trot (without Kicsi following Mummy or Paul ), practiced dressage test and finally went out for a mini walking hack with Paul leading Kicsi and Karin - Kis Vihar for his very first hack out. In the second part of the lesson I was already really enjoying riding her, somehow I got the feeling that we ...dont know...kind of ‘clicked’.
Today – beginning not so good. Tried to ride Ingrid and was (and felt) totally useless and helpless on her. It was like I had to do every single thing different from what I usually do when riding other horses to get her move. She did move but, as Karin remarked, was half asleep. After 15 minutes or so it became obvious that I was not to be her ‘wake-up call’ today (she did have to wake up though – Karin rode her afterwards). I really couldn’t help myself - on the one hand I was trying to be a bit firmer, but on the other hand thinking– oh, please, just be a nice, calm horse, please don’t do anything DANGEROUS! And she didn’t... instead, she fell asleep
After this quite frustrating beginning (why oh why I am such a coward!?) I had a blissful reunion with Kicsi And she was good as gold! I quickly gathered the few remaining bits and pieces of confidence and we had a nice lesson, walk, trot, practising the dressage test and at the end... yay!.. few tiny jumps on a BIG horse as compared to Dora Again, seeing Paul putting up the crosspole jump, panicked (my overactive mind saying – errrmmm... BUT I am not riding Dora who is safe... Kicsi is a green horse... big one, too... imagine the distance between me and the ground if I fall!!!..., NOT sure this is a very good idea...), BUT did it several times, the last one I even enjoyed! And Kicsi – she was SO happy and excited, having her ‘happy ears’ when going towards the jump, and when I got off her she did another circle on her own, merrily going over the jump just for the fun of it!
For the record for myself – have to remind myself to relax at all times, have to work on rising less in trot, HAVE to make my tummy muscles work!! Until now they had been unfairly left out from taking an active part in my riding lessons! :frown: Can’t believe that none of the instructors I have had had never told me any of this!
And last but not least I have a confession to make – I am a bit in love with Kicsi!