Sunday I awoke without near the enthusiasm as Saturday morning and found nicely sore shoulders. Stretched my legs, just fine, stretched my arms, fine but those shoulders. Every move was painful so down the hatch went an Aleve and some Advil. Loaded up and headed out right on schedule. SO was nice enough to let the TWH graze on lush green grass as I checked in and got set up, he was gobbling that grass up. We headed to ride and I realized not only are the shoulders sore, it appears as though my seat bones took a beating too and are voicing their protest. Ugh!
We did a lot of warmup work, both for him and myself. The instructor said I was painful to watch because I appeared to be so stiff and sore, blah! Worked on stretches and relaxing and stretching and stretching until things were finally loose and we were ready to go. The instructor set up a vertical at about 2'3" and said to pop over it. I admit, I didn't actually see the height of the jump until the approach as she was setting it up as we were making a ginormous circle to the jump and I should have checked it. We always start really small for the TWH and his tiny little brain and then move up. We approached the jump forward and confident and then IT happened. My boy who has never refused and is so honest pulled up at the very last second and refused. First time in his life, to say I was surprised is an understatement. The picture of it shows my face saying "WTH?!?". After some very bad words and some pretty big frustrations vented we popped him over a crossrail and then back to a vertical and had a good warmup.
|Too bad I have to work, there is GREEN grass!|
|But mom, the water is cold!|
|Big boys can jump in and out of water. I am a big boy!|
|Are you crazy lady?!?|
|Phew that was scary|
|Love this pic. A little awkward but you can see he is giving a great effort|
|I guess I will be an eventing horse yet!|
|I can jump logs! I just have to be convinced first.|