Has anyone ridden a great big moving horse and then kinda lowered their standards a bit / gave up their dreams of being a dressage superstar when confronted with what it is really like? This is going to make me sound like such an underachiever but - when I finally had a chance to sit on an advanced horse, who was a big, old-style tank of a Hanoverian, I got a taste of what my “dreams” were all about, and what they would require of me in terms of athleticism and just general skill.
So, midway through my ride with me fumbling around up there, unable to get a canter depart, Mr. Big Advanced Horse came out of a corner and took off across the diagonal coming in a huge extended trot, during which I was simultaneously praying for my life trying to keep up, and thanking the angels for a few moments of something so glorious. Then he just kind of boiled over and started bucking and farting and playing because clearly he had decided to take over the ride.
It was a mess. I was a mess. I was thankful for the experience. But that day I kinda reached the point where I realized the enormous gap between how I rode and what I was aiming at, and decided I was perfectly ok riding something less powerful.