Lovely weather for December 16th - it was warm, and the drizzle stopped by noon.
I rode Blondie first, and all was peachy until D told me to canter. It's been, what, 6 months since I've asked her to canter, and she, of course, refused. Today was the most frustrating riding session I've had in a long time.
After grabbing mane, whacking the shit out of her with the crop, and kick, kick, kicking, I realized that the next time I ride her I have to use spurs again. She spun around on me twice, almost unseating me, and slipped (on what, I don't know), almost dumping me over her head. Yes, this was a lovely ride!
Then the nightmare continued, with Woody. I have never had a problem getting him to canter. Until today, that is. What an awful lesson! I think even D was amazed at the utterly crappy way I was riding. I think I was so psyched out by Blondie I would have had a hard time getting Harley to canter. I feel thoroughly defeated.
M said that part of the problem might be that I've only been riding the "push button" horses for a while, and I think that she's right. The horse I really need to ride is Blondie, if I'm going to show her this season. I need to feel more comfortable riding her. As is was today, I was so flustered by the end of the lesson that I couldn't even get her to walk correctly.
Argh! I hate horses today!