This is meant to help all of catch a glimpse of what everyone else’s origin story in their life of eventing was like.
For sure we have some folks who were rocking it between the red and whites LONG before 52 yr old me was conceived. And likewise my initial competitions in 1985 were well before some other members were born as well.
Lets talk about whatever you like when you think of “eventing” and the “Old days”
And to clarify, this is not intended to in any way criticize the current days, but rather celebrate where we started and what we loved about then.
I’ll start:
As mentioned my first event was 1985. It was at Difficult Run in Herndon, Va at Frying Pan Park. I rode my Tb mare “Flo” aka “Go With the Flow” (Renamed from “Kiss My Grits” which was a popular Tv show reference at the time). We competed in Novice (it was the lowest level then) and while Flo was a XC machine, she just didn’t “do” dressage. Like ever. Like many far more established riders than myself got on her back to prove to me it was doable and…it wasn’t.
So we lunged her 4x (30 + mins a piece) before dressage. (1x an hour for 5 hours before our ride time. Didn’t help. Still last after dressage) But then we got to do XC. And I can recall almost all of my course. For sure I recall the tract, but age has robbed me of a few of the fences. It went something like this, Log, Coop, Log, Bank, Log, ramp, snake jump, gate, straw bales, log, tire jump, log, coop, box jump, stacked rails, log oxer, I can’t recall if we trotted through the puddle or not.
I remember the absolute freedom and joy at doing a xc course. I had HATED hunters. Like didn’t love the intense pressure to be perfect and would often leave out distances (I want to say on purpose but I didn’t grasp pace, control of pace or distances at that age) But on that course, which all who have been there know as winding and very flat, I was thrilled. FINALLY I enjoyed something with my horse.
Em