Q's started doing this thing when I go to the barn and want to ride
I enter field with halter.
Q sees me enter field.Q notes halter.
One time; okay, whatever, she's testing me.
Two times; okay, I hope she's gonna not make this a habit.
The third, fourth, and fifth times she did this I anticipated
it and as soon as I entered the field and saw her start to move away
from me I would SPRINT in the direction she went. Usually we'd reach the
corner and she'd stop and I could halter her.
She's never been a horse who will COME to me in the field like
Griffin. But she's NEVER been one who would run away from me. I've tried
to get her to come various ways, but gave up and conceded with the
whole thing as it was.
The fifth time however... The fifth time she ran to the
corner, and then when I reached her there she sprinted off again! That
was IT.
If she want to run, goddammit, she would run.
I got the 4-wheeler and chased her ass around the field awhile. Pursue, pursue, pursue.
Within a few minutes she was halted, blowing, and looking at me questionably.
I
dismounted the 4-wheeler and walked toward her. She let me put the
halter on. I led her into the barnyard via 4-wheeler and we proceeded
with our evening.
Hill sprints.
I mean, this was my plan prior to her being a snot, but really, if she wanted to run, we were gonna run.
The
hill I use for this is about a football field in length on the long
incline side. The shorter side is much steeper and about half the
distance.
I decided we would do 10 hill sprints. 1-4 on the longer incline
side; 5 on the steep; 6-8 on the long; and 9-10 on the steep. We would
walk down between all, doing downward serpentines to extend the distance
as she would need further to come down to a better pulse/respiration
rate. If she were to try and trot downhill she'd have to stop and back
several steps before proceeding.
Damn. Little horse killed it.
10 was
the perfect number. The combination of long incline and steep-steep
incline was perfect. She was tired, but not utterly exhausted on the
very last one. She was blowin' like a bellows at the end of each sprint,
and calmer in her respirations by the start of the next one.
Her walk to the barn afterward was forward and springy.
When
I took her pulse at the barn she was in the 90s. I sponged and scraped
and sponged and scraped. 90s. Sponged and scraped. 80s. Sponged and
scraped 75.
She then stayed at 75 and wouldn't drop more. Her respriations were
very calm and normal though. I concluded she is 1.) out of shape and 2.)
distressed about her friends being out of sight during all of this
process (she had called to them once and was standing looking into the
distance very alert for any sign of them; one gelding was constantly
calling from the far, out-of-sight end of the field).
These facts noted, I decided it was similar to how a
watch-pot won't boil. Me being super anxious about wanting her to drop
just wasn't going to happen because she was out of shape and stressed
her friends weren't near. Her breathing was at a very normal rate, and
that's about all I could hope for. I know with my own physiology that I
will sometimes have an elevated heart rate when I'm worried.
So I gave her her grain, left her be while she ate it, and turned her out.
I'm
happy she performed so well, calmed down to a reasonable place all
things considered afterward, and had a good appetite. I think this
exercise will be great training as we work toward Fort Valley I & II
at the end of October.
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