Logged in here for the first time in years because I needed to tell some people who would “get” it. I haven’t ridden much at all in the two years since having a baby, and this month I decided to just finally get back in the saddle already. This was my fifth ride. I went into the empty arena to start and someone came in behind me. I just wanted to trot for 30 minutes, and it started out fine. He was trotting too. Then cantering. Then doing the western reining equivalent of a Grand Prix dressage test. Somehow the guy was suddenly using 150% of a gigantic arena. He was literally 15 places all at once. And I was just trying to stay out of his way.
So the rules are 1) walking horses stay on the inside, and 2) pass on the left. Great. Except four times my horse started walking when I was trying to trot, so I inadvertently wound up on the rail a few times at a walk. Also the guy was in 15 places all at once, so there was one time where he was doing flying changes straight at me, and I just tucked myself into the nearest corner to get out of the way. Now I’m not only not passing on the left, but I’m halting on the rail.
At the end of it, I decide to walk at the corner leading into the short side and he was all the way at the other end of the arena. Great. I kept walking towards the other corner of the short side, and all of a sudden the guy was right there. He got really mad and stopped and proceeded to explain all of the rules to me. He pointed out all of the times I had broken the rules. He noted that these were “International” rules (I’m an immigrant) and again told me the rules. And again wanted to reiterate in detail each time I had broken one. I apologized. He told me again the rules and that they were “International.” I said I had seen he was doing a complicated exercise and that I was just trying to keep out of his way. Then I started crying. I just couldn’t stop crying.
I kept walking (not on the rail) and crying. I was too embarrassed to get off. His trainer came in and schooled him on the changes. He left. I cried harder. Then he came back in on a different horse. And proceeded to continue some sort of lesson. I hid at the far end of the arena and walked in a circle down there. I walk/rode/cried for a full hour.
Then, since I can’t just get off the horse, and crawl into a hole and die, I had to untack, walk all over the barn, feed, clean tack…etc all with what was probably a puffy, ugly, tear stained face. I might have started crying a few more times too. People asked me if I was ok. I said yes, because I just don’t have the vocabulary in German for what I was feeling (which was some combination of two years of guilt for not riding/frustration with my inability to even trot properly/the feeling that I am always in someones way in this country/the confirmation that I am indeed in someone’s way and they were keeping track of it). And then I got in my car and cried some more.
Now I just feel really embarrassed about the whole thing. And I’m going to have to avoid this guy not only at the barn, but also at work because he is a Professor at the university that I work at. Ugh.