<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Inverness:
[B]This is an excellent topic.
I experienced the type of fear many of you are speaking of after I had my first major crash skiing. All of you make very valid and helpful points re overcoming the fear associated with a serious spill.
But what I’d like to ask concerns a different type of fear. I once had a coach that I admired so much that I was paralyzed by the fear that I wouldn’t measure up to his expectations. I prayed for practices to end, and I’d hide at meets to avoid having to face him before I swam.
Has anyone else dealt with this type of irrational fear? I never got over it - I just graduated.[/B]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Wow Inverness have you ever touched on a nerve!
While fear of riding/jumping isn’t an issue for me, that fear of measuring up thing sure is!!!
I’ve ridden with some pretty great coaches over the years but one of them is at the very top of his profession. Boy oh boy I used to die inside with every miss and every swim through an oxer.
Just to compound the problem he used to tell me “don’t worry, you’re a good enough rider - you’ll figure it out” and that made it worse! I became the anorexic rider - I’d look in the mirror and see a rank beginner staring me back.
Funny thing was, I didn’t feel this way on the flat, only over fences. I suppose this started with not understanding things he could take for granted, things like “ride off your eye” and “see it from 9 strides out” When I was younger that used to totally stump me. I had no idea what he was talking about and everytime he explained it I understood him… until he left the arena and them bam! I didn’t understand it again.
I questioned myself as a rider all the time and put such tremendous pressure on myself to be perfect…for him.
Then one day he and I were schooling together and he flat out missed. He pulled up and laughed about it and made some disparaging comments about the pressure of having to always be perfect infront of his clients. It suddenly dawned on me that I was riding for the wrong person. I was riding for him when I should have been riding for myself.
After that it got a whole lot easier.