Alright, maybe when it dribbles it trickles? Regardless here is an additional update.
Thanks to my friend Jen and her generosity and selfless volunteering prowess we went Schooling at Loch Moy yesterday. First let me say that Jen was planning on tootling around with her lovely CANTER mare Cally… Liza was not going to let that happen.
Jen and CALLY were GREAT! Jen listened and took instruction well and Cally was lovely. Besides almost passing out Jen looked giddy and I was giddy for her.
Woody stood on the trailer and was only moderately fidgety. He and Obama (Liza’s other freakshow rockstar) sat there and ate hay and judged me. Woodys judgement was cushioned with love and neediness, Obama’s was just 100% judgement.
So Liza, one of her friends and I headed out to school around 2:00. It was hot! This did not vanquish the Lord of the Dance routine, but it DID reduce the Tevas Cup warm up to only about 4-5 minutes of cantercantercantercanter…
Woody was great, and I was pretty good. One of the issues I’m dealing with is hard as hell. The line between Woody being forward, on the aids and going to the fence and him running off and feeling savage is about this wide _
The difference in what I have to do to get him to stand on that line is minuscule. I’m not that good yet, but I’m getting there. I’m not a TOTAL white hot mess, I’m just not as good as I WANT to be. It’s a tough ride and I get discouraged sometimes, but Liza knows JUST when to support me. And by support me I mean open me a beer and tell me that I don’t suck. and ya know what? I do believe her. [sub](most the time)[/sub]
I was thinking about entering Waredaca, but after yesterday I said screw that. It’s going to be hot as humping in the trunk of a Kia in august and I’m just not effective in that weather. I have to be 100% to give Woods the ride we both deserve and I’m not going to frustrate myself. So September will come soon enough, and by then who KNOW what sort of progress we will have made. I’m thinking maybe Middleburg and then Morven.
Until then, here is a pic taken by Amy Dragoo at Plantation from Woody’s second novice. Liza told me yesterday that she’s had more people come up to her and say “Who was that little chestnut you were on at Plantation?” She says “He’s Lisa’s and she’s in love and he’s not for sale.”
When I’m riding like a meat-fisted Ogre I remind myself of that and it motivates me to work harder, focus longer and become half as talented as he is.