Baby Steps/ posted in: General
I tried to ride my horse yesterday. I haven’t been on her in two and a half years. I haven’t had any desire to ride her at all. But lately I’ve started to get a bit of an urge. I didn’t do anyhing about it. I just let it grow gently for fear of chasing it away.
Yesterday I had the SO go to the barn with me. The plan was to sit on her bareback. The SO could hold her when I got on. There is a three step mounting block in the arena so I would be able to get on.
The problem? She is taller and wider than I remember. When I was standing on the top step it still required a jump to get up to her. Then, well, I’m older and less coordinated than the last time I tried to crawl on a horse bareback. She was a good sport. The SO said I was being a wimp. I got down and held her while he decided to show me how it was done.
He climbed up on the block and surveyed the situation. He looked at me sheepishly. “Let me guess. She’s a lot taller than she looks from the ground?” I asked sweetly. He nodded and got down. We decided to come back next week with the saddle.
Oh well, baby steps.