Tuesday, after my general sense of doom and gloom about being able to go to camp lifted, I had a fantastic ride Monday, and I decided it was now or never. With the prospects of getting lessons with my trainer getting slimmer and slimmer (she's a very busy lady!) I've been stuck with jumping at home in my small arena. I had not schooled XC since last June? Or really done a ton of consistent jumping period.
The weather was finally great, it is staying light out until 9pm, and I have a fabulous XC facility 15 minutes away. So right after work I loaded up Stella, grabbed my ground person, and headed out.
My goal was to re-familiarize myself with riding in an open field, jumping some small logs, and putting together my own courses. Stella has shown twice at this facility before and since I was just there two weeks before on Loaner Horse I knew everything was set up.
At first I thought that Stella would have company as there were lessons going on and people flatting in the jumping area, but as soon as I got on everyone left! Luckily being all alone in the great wide open doesn't seem to bother Stella so away we went.
I kept it short, small, and simple.
Stella stopped at the two fences I assumed she would stop at, thus telegraphing with my body that she should stop. Self fulfilling prophecy anyone? Since she easily walked over both fences as soon as I removed my head from my butt it was a pretty good indicator that I'm still wussing out. Once I came to terms I was much more determined in not making a problem where there wasn't one.
So, on the video you might hear some swearing when I decided that I could canter all the way across the field to a fence. You might also hear me naming the fences and establishing some determination as a substitute for swearing to a fence.
Overall I had a great ride. It was more about me doing something on my own, without guidance, and realizing that I was actually competent! Well, semi competent.