|" Blue "|
|" Blue "|
|" I am so outta here"|
The old saying “The road to hell is paved with good intentions” came into play this past weekend. Last week Dusty was a tiny bit off in either her right stifle or hock and walking around seems to help her loosen up. Blue is out of shape so saddling up right out of the stall probably isn’t a good idea for him either. First thing in the morning I put Blue and Dusty in the side paddock so they could move around for a bit before going to work. Then I went in for breakfast.
Blue was my first choice for a ride since he isn’t in as good a shape as he should be this year. My plan to start his reconditioning program was to walk him for twenty minutes to half an hour to get him accustomed to being ridden again. Let me say that although Blue is well trained he’s no saint. He still holds the title of laziest horse I’ve ever met even considering that my Erik was no ball of fire either. Blue wins the “sorry, not steering today” ribbon, hands down.
He eventually surrendered his stubbornness and allowed me to steer (guide) him. We finally got a decent pace at the walk, too. Blue has a way of making the rider’s position look ridiculous, sort of like twisting your body into a half-open scissor. Okay, so it wasn’t entirely his fault. The truth is I’m so used to Dusty being responsive and moving to a feather light cue when I had to get after Blue I basically turned myself into a contortionist to get him to listen. There’s a lot I had to work on with my position and re-training myself how to ride a "real" horse with no intention of listening to me. You know, the kind of horse I was accustomed to before Dusty.
After about forty-five minutes of adjusting my thighs, calves and seat constantly, then throwing in some work with no stirrups for good measure, I was tired. So we called it a day. As I trudged uphill to the barn and passed Dusty staring at me over the fence from her paddock I just knew I didn’t have it in me to ride her too.
Even though she’s a willing participant and eager to learn, combined with being very comfortable, I told her she had the day off.
As much as I hate to admit it--or worse yet, give in to aging--I think there comes a time when you have to know your limitations. Maybe the time of riding a few green horses a day might be a distant memory of the past. As are the days of riding for hours just for fun or jumping courses. Maybe they’re not. The one thing I did realize as I was slogging uphill with Blue trailing behind me is I need to get in better shape by dieting and exercising more. Last time I looked at the calendar of years flown by I realized I’m not getting any younger, but maybe I can hold off the inevitability of aging by operating at a higher level of fitness.
It seems to me instead of running around like a chicken without a head I need to organize my time more wisely and learn to take some time for myself. At this stage of the game we should be able to do what is good for us and gives us pleasure. That may sound a tad selfish but if we don’t look out for our own happiness, who will?
Until next time
Quote for Today
Adults - When you can no longer bend down to touch your toes whilst trotting, it is then you begin to realize you are not quite as youthful as you think!