My imaginitive way of packing up my room -
Loading my stuff outside my window to my
car that is parked right outside. Easy or
what! Oh and those are my breeches that
are still drying after washing them haha.
Yesterday I did a post on my reflections of Germany, the personal part of growing up. Today I want to write about the riding side of it, and try to explain just how much my eyes were opened to the real world of riding.
I have been training with Leonie for three years already, in short bursts for weeks at a time throughout the years. I thought I pretty much knew what it was about and just got a good kick up the bum every time I went back to ride. However, staying for a few months is a completelt different ball game. I have found a whole new world of riding I had no idea existed! It's like a door with a big sign on it saying "Months of German Training and Hard Work" has been opened, and I have found myself in a position where I really can't imagine going back to how I was riding before.
The only way I could gain Seb's respect back was to ride harder than I ever imagined. Constant half-halting, legs on, seat in, engaging, bending, making him through in the ribcage, getting his hocks underneath him - Gosh by the end of every session I was just drenched in sweat! But that's what the real sport is all about. This is real riding. Once I said to Leonie "I find it hard when he drops behind my leg, it's hard to get him out of that hole" and she screamed "OF COURSE IT'S HARD!!! Riding IS hard Casey! But you have to get through that and not just accept what he gives you" and then I thought oh, okay, good point there. Note to self: Riding is hard.
The first month was bloody hard that's for sure. There was doubt in all of us whether Seb would come to the party, and whether I would stay sane. I did, obviously, but Leonie had to do the good trainer thing and talk me through my personal problems, like my need for perfection and fear of failing. That is something that I had to get over, and I think I'm doing pretty well at it now :) To ride at this intensity and under this pressure, your mind has to be all there with you. Some days I would have had something bad happen to me in relationships or stressed about some kind of situation, and I rode like a complete numpty at first but then worked myself out of it. Leonie would see it and ask me what was up at the end, and once said "bloody hell good on you for riding that well when all of that is going on in your head". Because that's what I need to make happen, for my riding time to be the time when everything gets pushed out of my mind, and only the horse and task at hand in my head. It takes practice, but I'll get there.
And that's what it is all about - the suppleness through the body. I am constantly told to "work his back" or "work him behind" because every aid I apply must trigger a response behind the saddle first, and then the effect flows up into the bridle. The front end is only good and correct when the back end is working properly, so it has been good for my mind to do a complete turn-around into thinking of what's happening behind me first, and keeping a contact in front which allows the adjustments behind to flow through.