I used to ride like a fiend - 3-4 times a week, jumping anything put before me. I loved the exhileration of fearlessness.
But a funny thing happened on the way to the oxer, I developed a crippling and inexplicable fear. So I reacted as best I could and I stopped riding. My riding has now been reduced to an annual trip to Ireland where we venture to the same barn in Adare and I hop onto the same large pony (unfortunately a melanoma ridden grey ) and somehow gain the confidence to jump logs, canter over walls, splash into thigh-high streams. Part of my theory is that I’m one of these odd individuals who gains confidence from very specific horses and I’ve yet to find one at home who I trust enough to override my (at times) crippling need to preserve my life. My dear husband, however, believes that confidence is gained by riding everything - including our friend’s 17hh Grand Prix horse, our 6 year-old spooky dumbblood…
So I pose the question to all chronic and occasional chickens - how do you deal with the fear of death, dismemberment and paralysis?