Showing posts with label riding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label riding. Show all posts

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Zen

(This post was written and scheduled prior to No Frills; the words still stand true, even if I won't be riding much for a few months.)

I've had a wealth of quality rides on my horses lately (where "horses" is used instead of "Q" because I've ridden Griffin twice). I can remember last summer with Q where it would be a toss up as to whether or not we'd have a quality ride day or a shit day. The best days were sporadic. The bad days were sporadic. And the mediocre days were littered throughout. 

This trend has ended. And I truly think it's ended for good.

Bad days were totally and completely my fault. They were certainly augmented by Q being in heat, but they were mostly my fault. I didn't handle myself and her well. She's (and any horse) is capable of anything. I (anyone) am the weakest link. My weaknesses will keep her from achieving success. When I slack off as a good leader, it impedes her ability to be awesome.





Slacking off and being a poor leader is both mental and physical. I accept my physical short-comings. Many of these are just because I don't have the huge amount of time and money to devote to lessons that would give me absolutely perfect, efficient form and know-how. I don't struggle by any means, but I always have room to improve my fitness level, muscle memory, and knowledge of how to maneuver my body to be an active rider and not a sack of potatoes.

Mental short-comings though? That's all on me. That's something that can always be improved upon, but something that is totally in my control. Stress level from life outside horse-time certainly donates to my mental state, but being strong enough to release that stress when I'm with my horses is something I've been working on a lot. And I think I've conquered it.

Its rare that I truly lose my temper because of something silly that happens with the horses. If I'm having a particularly stressful day I can't quite let go of I either don't go to the barn, or I go and just groom and feed them. Being more open with myself, recognizing and admitting to myself that I am being an idiot and need to put my reasonable pants on instead of my dummy ones has been wonderful.

 When I  arrive at the barn now, I get their halters from the tack room and a zen-like state descends. I let go of work stress. I let go of to-do list thoughts. I let go of thoughts revolving around that days plans, that weekend's plans, and next week's plans.

I walk into the field to be immediately greeted by Griffin. I halter him and continue my walk to Miss Q who stands waiting for me (because showing attachment and emotion by running to me like Griffin would be a sign of weakness, haha). I halter her. The three of us head to the barn (and Kenai trots and runs circles around us).



I methodically groom them both. Q falls asleep more often than not these days. Griffin watches my every move while standing [mostly] still.

When I mount up and ride, I focus on my position. I let the horse move forward with slight corrections as they get distracted. I praise eagerly in a soft voice whenever appropriate. I don't yell, squeal, hit, kick, bounce, or other silly encouragement. Both respond very well to this. They don't have time to be discouraged. I give a brief correction and move past the error. Moments later we repeat the exercise that led to the error. Another correction is delivered and we move past it, or praise is given and we most past it.

Distractions on the part of the horse are fewer. They become more interested in their job. I get a thrill from their learning process and their interest in their job - not their friends or food.

Its not to say I don't get frustrated with them at times. Certainly no. I just don't have some mental breakdown about it in any degree. Verbal chastisement in a normal-tone voice as if I were carrying on an every-day conversation? Oh yes. That happens. That happens frequently. Its a good way for me to voice my frustrations. The horses just think that my calm tone means good/neutral things. The ride carries on.

Griffin's circles, reverses, figure-eights, and halts have progressed into very smooth maneuvers. Q's focus on me has increased. Griffin's issue with stopping to lick the the toe of my boot (sigh) has nearly ceased. Q's manic bolting upon landing a jump has decreased significantly - she was trotting in AND out of jumps when requested last time. She was almost bored with the exercise, in fact.

Its not hard to find a positive note to end on any more. We work, learn, praise continually, and then end. My mind is in a calm and zen-ish state the whole time.  Errors happen. No big. Its all a learning process for the horses and me. Being calm and encouraging the whole time helps to overcome obstacles quicker. Riding is always a joy now. 


Friday, August 24, 2012

Spruce Knob ride

I had a long weekend last weekend and I went with the ladies for an end-of-summer riding trip. We rode 25 miles over two days and had an additional 8-10 miles planned for the last day, but un-predicted rain struck us down. 

We rode around Spruce Knob – the highest point in WV and many other surrounding states. This area has been near and dear to me since I was a kid. I absolutely love it up there and it is one of two places in WV that I’ve always dreamed of riding. It was so, so nice to finally have the opportunity to ride there. It was so beautiful! It was also very nice to get to see parts of the area that I haven’t seen before.



My go-to kit lens that I take riding with me on my DSLR is on the outs though – so I didn’t get too many photos. I did however take a bajillion videos! As I find the time over the next month or so I plan to incorporate these clips into a DVD with music for the ladies who went to have for Christmas.

I wish I’d had the opportunity to ride up there pre-Smokies trip. While the amount of drop-offs along the single-track were very minimal compared to the Smokies, the rocky nature of the trails and the single-track would have been beneficial to experience ahead of time. Seeing and experiencing them all post-Smokies made them seem like cake though.



Definitely rode some of the muddiest, muckiest, over-used trails ever while we were up there. I was very impressed with my Renegades and even the EasyBoot gloves as they stayed on through all the muck. I did very minimal trotting/cantering, but at a walk (which one should take through such nastiness) the boots performed phenomenally. I can’t wait to order Renegades for Q’s hinds next month though – I hate having to worry about the gloves coming off. It’s a pain to have to check or ask others to look repeatedly. While I may trust the gloves a little more now than I did, I still have zero faith in them at a faster pace. They’ve come off every other time.

Q seems to be holding her conditioning very well. This was the first I’d ridden her since the race. After a 13-mile first day she was rearin’ to go the second day. I had to hold her back to the point where my arms hurt for the first half of the second day. And even after the ride was nearly over, she still pushed forward. I wish I’d had my Endomondo app turned on to record our speed for the last mile of the ride that day (there is no cell service up there so despite GPS capabilities with my phone I just didn’t even consider having it on).

When we hit the gravel road back to camp for that last little bit she popped into this INCREDIBLE trot. Like 8-10 mph trot. I know this because I rode a horse that has a trot like that back in July. Flippin’ incredible. She extended so far and covered soooo much ground so quickly. The TWH - a daughter of The Pusher - we were riding with could NOT keep up. (After listening to the gaited horse community in the Smokies whine about how ungaited horses can never keep up, I find this very amusing. Nothing against anyone with gaited horses – Funder, Dixie is wonderful. J)

Aspen, the Pusher baby


All in all, a great trip. Thankful to have been invited. Scored a killer new margarita recipe (called "Knock You Naked Margaritas") from the experience, and I had a blast riding with folks who are so knowledgeable of our backcountry. Definitely want to get up there again!
Nomming and breaking in a high elevation meadow; Love my girl!