Didn't Wanna.

My husband and I generally exchange gushy texts first thing in the morning that morph into need-to-do/will-you-do/can-you-remind-me and then morph back to gush.  So, in yesterday's, I said that if he went to the gym, I'd go ride.  And if he went straight home, I'd go straight home.

I was really hoping that he went home.  Because I didn't want to ride.

And then I felt like a putz because there will be a time that I can't ride and I'll be kicking myself for taking glorious sunny days for granted.  But that little nagging feeling was there:  I didn't want to drive all the way to the barn, I didn't want to tack up Archie, I didn't want to trot in circles around the shitty pasture.  I just didn't.

When I got his happy-go-lucky text telling me to have some fun barn time, I put on my big-girl britches and went.

And I'm so glad I did.

We spent a long time warming up, just walking on a loose rein for about ten minutes.  I don't think that I've been giving him sufficient time to warm up.  After that, it was some trotting, an immediate change of direction, more trotting and then some walking to cool out a bit.  My focus was bend and rhythm for the trot work, as he's gotten in the habit of speeding up on some parts and falling to pieces at others.  After we'd walked out, we worked on figure eights and getting really deep on turning into the center line.  I tossed in a few halts on the centerline and tried to encourage a halt-trot transition, but it never happened.  (It made me think of Duke and Teddy Bear, both of whom I could easily get to do a halt-canter transition.)  And some crossrails.

I'd read this earlier and tried to focus on pushing deep, which required a bit of collection (per this book).  This is from Beginning English Exercises by Cherry Hill.
After all the work, I took him out of the pasture and just walked around to the road.  I wanted to take him on that narrow strip that goes between the pasture fence and the neighbor's property, but his brain was gone.  The ride was followed by another grooming and his carrot stretches.  While I groomed him, he just sort of snoozed with his head resting on me.  Poor old man.  :)

Mr. Blue Horns checks for danger.

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  1. I get that feeling sometimes, especially when I'm still feeling blah myself and I have to drive an hour to the barn, and hour back, and usually head right to work as soon as I get back. But it usually is how you say... when I get my butt there, I always enjoy myself.

    How do you like that book? I imagine the beginner one might be good for a greenie like Mex.

    Also, I keep missing your blog. I think I've mentioned this before but it doesn't show up in my feed anymore since it's private, so I often forget to come find you. Sorry for my absence!!

    1. I like the books because I think they're pretty informative, if I take the time to actually read the notes. Definitely not a replacement for a trainer, but it's a step in the right direction.

      I've got another one on hold at the library: 101 Horsemanship Exercises: Ideas for Improving Groundwork and Ridden Skills (http://www.amazon.co.uk/101-Horsemanship-Exercises-Improving-Groundwork/dp/0715326724). I'll let you know if it's any good. :)

      (And I'm no longer private.. your reader should be flooded.)

    2. Oh I hope you didn't do that for me! I more meant that I need to stop being so forgetful, haha.

    3. Haha. No.. I've been talking it over for the last couple of weeks and the consensus was that I needed to get over myself. I'm not a big deal. :)

  2. I get that feeling a lot too, but whenever I do make myself go out I'm always glad I did!

  3. For some reason your blog didn't let me read it for months. It always said that I had to be invited to read it. Now it works. YEAH!!

    1. I should have asked for your email address!