Last night I did not suffer from insomnia.
I got a full nightās sleep.
I woke up OK, ate, started to get ready to ride (slowly), and I noticed that my right ankle was sort of bothering me some, right in front where it bends.
So what, right?
Then I started to get ready for riding. I got my tack together, found what I use as a bit warmer, cleaned my teeth, cleaned my glasses, then I got my riding shirts on (T-shirt + long sleeve shirt) and I sat down for a few minutes. Then I got up, got my breeches, jodhpur boots, half chaps and spurs on. I was running a little late because I just got slower, and slower, and slower, so I rushed to get my bit warmer heated up and on the way I started trembling, my body felt weaker and weaker, and then exhaustion hit, hard.
So I called Debbie, asking her if she would be really busy this morning because I was in no shape to help her get MJ groomed and tacked up, plus I was not sure that I could walk out to the ring since my right leg was threatening to give away. Today I would NEED more help than usual, and it would take me more time just to walk around.
Luckily I got her before she left her house where she was trying to finish some work on the computer. Yes, she would be very busy this morning, and she was understanding (when we started many years ago I warned her that stuff like this could happen, the sudden inability to do anything that takes energy and this is not the first time.)
So I did not ride. I am still shaky at 3:00 PM, and I still feel exhausted.
This often happens when I add something new. My new thing I do reclining in bed for just 10 minutes a day. My son had put me on his Duolingo family plan. I had found a book on Caprilliās style of riding in Italian, so I started on the Italian. Then remembering that several people had told me that when they learned a second foreign language that they ālostā their first foreign language when they started studying the new one. Hey, with the Duolingo I could add Spanish (my first 2nd language) so I was spending 10 minutes each day since Sunday on it.
That tiny bit of extra āworkā drove me into exhaustion, just 10 minutes a day for two days and I feel like someone opened a spigot and ALL my energy just went down the drain.
At least with me the foreign languages seem to take hold in a different part of my brain than where I think in English. I still have the Spanish part of my brain though I am no longer fluent, but I do not have a part of my brain where Italian finds its home. So my brain is having to do extra work building new connections to take in all this new information and this is making me TIRED.
Oh well.
I am determined to learn at least enough Italian so I can read and understand what the Italian books on Caprilliās method say. I have been having great fun looking at the pictures. These Italian cavalry riders and horses were jumping fences that looked like they took saplings and nailed or tied them together, and these fences were no two foot jumps either (some looked to be at least 4ā, often with spreads.) It was obvious that the riders did not āplaceā their horses at the best place to clear the jumps, in several pictures it is obvious that the horse is taking off too close to the fence, and in other pictures it is obvious that the horse took off too early and was stretching to clear the jump.
Man, those riders had GREAT contact! No matter where the horse took off to jump the fence the ridersā contact was LIGHT, following the horseās head even when the takeoff was not at the ācorrectā place. The horses did not show discomfort with their riders, the horses willingly jumped fences that they could just plow through and break the whole jump, and while the riders did not show perfect positions in the saddle they were not interfering with the horse. Yes, I know, only the ābestā pictures would make it into the book, but in the best pictures in the book these cavalrymen would not have won any ribbons in a hunt seat equitation class yet their horses cleared these super flimsy jumps, full of wide gaps that jumping classes seem to avoid now, as the jumps were just these thin saplings(?) and did not look very solid at all except for the stone walls.
I wish I could ride that well!!!
So I am going to slooooowly ātranslateā these books to find out if they have some knowledge that will make me a better rider. I got a really small Italian-English/English-Italian dictionary and I am waiting on a copy of the āInternational Horsemanās Dictionaryā that has Italian in it (I have a copy somewhere of this book that does NOT have Italian in it.) It will take me a while as tired as this additional mental brain building work is making me.
But I have every Forward Seat riding book in English, and I have read and reread them a lot. A different perspective will probably help me more than re-reading the books I have in English since my brain already knows everything in them.
Besides, these Italian cavalrymen have such light contact over the jumps! The only other Forward Seat book I have that has some pictures that show such LIGHT contact is āForward Freelyā by Michael Kirschner who taught at Mary Washington College in Virginia oh so long ago.
I know that I am severely handicapped. I know that I will never achieve perfection in the saddle, I know that I have absolutely no business jumping a horse, but darn it, I just want to be the very best rider that I can be!
In other news I finally got all the fittings I need to use my Talavera Potrera saddle, several dressage girths of different lengths, stability leathers, and now I get to put on my new Alupro safety stirrups! I will be ready to use it in a lesson when Debbie finally gets enough time to help me figure it all out when it is actually on a real, live horse.