[QUOTE=walktrot;5282034]
Well for one thing I am 62 now, and have no need for the feel of speed. I got into riding at 51 on a broke-to-death leased QH at the barn where I am now.
I bought a green 6 y.o registered Paint gelding that came off a farm in Iowa (I’m in Maine and got him from sale barn, with the help of my b/o). He apparently spent a good part of his life as a pasture ornament, ridden lightly according to the breeder. He is absolutely the sweetest guy in the world, and really loves running and jumping. His canter was closer to the gallop end of things than the lope end of things, but I took on the challenge.
What ultimately motivated me was that I was in a lesson one day, on a lunge line, and the instructor switched from rider point of view to trainer point of view and asked horsie for a “better” canter. “Yippeeee” went horsie, and I wound up bucked off, on the ground gasping for air. I made some half-hearted efforts on my own, but being in my mid-50s I decided I didn’t have to prove anything. Being a mediocre rider, and having cantered plenty on the leased horse, it seemed an appropriate time to establish permanent status as a walk-trot rider, which I wear proudly on my license plate.
You can keep a w/t horse in good condition by doing lots of trotting. I ride 5-6 days a week year-round. I’m the oldest rider in the barn. As long as I can still get on, or more importantly get off by myself, I’ll keep this up.[/QUOTE]
I think what you said is so cool. I really admire you for posting it, and for feeling as you do. I needed to hear someone say something like that. Thanks.
I am 58 and I guess I, too, really don’t feel the need for speed these days–only, having come back to riding nearly 6 years ago, after 25-something years away from horses–at first I didn’t realize that I didn’t need the speed anymore, or that my body REALLY did not want speed. After the first couple of years back, one day I looked out at the cross country course, and for the first time I realized that every fence made me think “Ouch” instead of “Yippee, let’s go!” I really realized that the same joints/muscles/bones/nerves that go ouch when I trot, or horse takes a misstep, or shies at something, would be going OUCH a lot louder even if horse landed perfectly from a canter over even an Amoeba-level log. Even if I landed with him.
But I just needed someone else to voice that sort of feeling.
I have been thinking of going gaited, which I hear a lot of our generation do, but I have to ride the horse/s I have access to. So I am going to keep thinking about your philosophy, Walktrot. To see that on a license plate would be really great.
I also identify with you about getting on and off. I am not at all about speed then.