Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Today, I want to write just to write. I want to write about the most amazing ride on Tax I’ve ever had. It was short but sweet. I asked for a canter, the take off just a little rough. I pressed my inside leg against his side at the girth to pick up his shoulder like I’ve been working on with the trainer. I kept my reins short with some contact. I continued to push him up with my outside leg into my hands.
Suddenly he wasn’t pulling on me. He didn’t feel behind the vertical either. He felt…light…like air. His stride became rhythmic and I could feel my butt sink into the saddle as I pushed down into my heels. My hips, my heartbeat, my breath…everything moving in time with his pounding feet. I looked ahead at the path ahead of us. Down the short end of the arena and across the diagonal, I reminded myself to sit back and keep his shoulders straight. I barely felt him change leads. His pace never changed. I slowed him to a trot and he was right with me. It had to be our best downward transition from the canter ever. I even nailed the diagonal.