Friday, July 24, 2009
Well, another horse is a no go - Lennie the quarter horse is too sway back for my taste.
Of course my next contender is breaking the rules.
She's a mare.
She's part arab we think.
But I met her and she's just sweeeet.
I'm riding her tomorrow.
And I'm going to try to look at this one.
Isn't he gorgeous?
Maybe too much horse for me...
Then I have this cruddy self confidence issue right now.
I can't bring myself to lope.
Rudy invited us to go out and work cows for the ropers tonight at Cibolo. I worked through some fear issues with that. Cows running all over, Lily not so sure, getting her through that, getting right in there with the cows, them running by like little bovine maniacs.
But I was deep breathing the whole time.
Because, somehow, after riding a bucking horse, I've turned into a wienie. A chicken. A baby. A wimp.
I loved to lope on Canyon in the round pen and arena. I was weirdly confident about that crazy boy. Now that he's gone, I haven't loped once.
Well, maybe once. But that's it.
I'm a huge, lame, chicken.
Gotta work on that. Gotta just lope.
Actually got so discouraged I wondered if I should even do this anymore.
Fear does that. Fear is a half brother to justification. You can justify any decision when you're scared.
I'm going to lope. Then I can decide. Then my head will be clear. I just need to pull my lame self together, sit in that saddle and go fast...
OK, now a training question for all you out there:
Lily is bolting out of the trailer on us. She escaped me (it's a long and somewhat amusing story I'll share later). She literally goes the minute the divider is loosened and it's dangerous for all of us.
Anyway, we know it's not this trailer - she does it in all trailers. She was fixed, then it broke again. Anyone know how to fix this?
Typed in a hurry by Winter Prosapio