Ox has been in my life for just over six months now. I figured this was a good point to talk about what impact the Big Orange Booty (and his retired-trainer mom) have had on my riding. Not to mention my heart, because the ooey-gooey feelings start when I think about those two.
|Third jump ever on Ox.|
I'm not gonna lie and say that my eq is set. It's not. But I feel like I'm finally at the point where maybe I'm losing some of my bad habits, so I can start incorporating better habits. Like my goddamn knees, in the above photo.
Big G's owner was out when I was getting a little mini lesson recently and caught some photos. I just want to share this comparison from my Chips and Salsa post with a photo from last week. Because I think I'm slightly less likely to die now. Maybe. Don't wanna jinx myself.
Here are some other notables from that jump school, again, compliments of Big G's mom:
|The lattice horrifies me.|
|At least I'm getting sorta consistent.|
And then there's this from November:
|(video screen shot)|
compared to this from a few weeks ago:
I know learning isn't linear (like starting at 2'6", regressing back to 2' and crawling back up to 2'6"), but I'm excited to see where the Big Orange Booty and I will be in six months.