So I’m just a fat middle aged re-rider trying to live out child-hood dreams now that I have an extra nickel and autonomy.
I’ve been muddling along for so many years as an adult, landing on an instructor that for one reason or another wasn’t “it”. Like, they knew their stuff but couldn’t communicate it. Or they knew how to look pretty, but it ended there. Or they didn’t feed their horses.
Some frigging how I landed on my current and how she didn’t make it to the upper echelon is beyond me.
I’m re-learning how to canter on a horse that isn’t my old gelding. So much bigger, more forward, just different. And it’s scary, but she’s making it happen. And yesterday she described how to use my inside seat bone to the outside hand at the canter and a fluorescent light flashed in my peri-menopausal brain.
I am understanding contact, biomechanics, seat aids, half halts - all the things. All the things that in 35 years of riding no one has ever explained in a coherent manner.
I’m typing this here just to put it out there - so many amazing riders and coaches hidden in our backyards. I’m so glad to have found her.