Around 63 years ago, give or take, I got planted on the back of a pony and taken for a walk, worst mistake my parents made.
I graduated from pony rides, to local riding stables, whose main requirements were, cheap, and on a bus route! I had such fun, learned to sweep, clean stalls and tack, all the work needed, and how to stay on ponies and ex racehorses and have great fun.
I kept getting older, married, had kids, quit riding, started again, on my own, reinforcing all the bad habits I had learned. Eventually moved to Canada, and started taking lessons, had a few instructors and ridden many horses. Everyone has made improvements to my riding, some gave me more bad habits…
Then we arrived at yesterday, my 3rd ride, second lesson on my trainers Friesian, and WOW, just WOW. Now to be fair to me, riding Western, properly, is very very new to me, so riding one handed properly is a challenge. Then we get the usual “keep your hand in the middle”
“Well now I am looking where I am going I can’t see my hand”
“Hand in the middle is about weight, not position.
Comes to a grinding halt
“When your hand is right, you feel equal weight on both reins”
“Why has no one put it like that before?”
Then there was leg yielding just using seat bones, with a touch of leg, oh and walk jog transitions, “use your gut muscles” walk to lope, “use your butt muscles”
I am 63, ridden for ever, and I am just feeling these things….I feel equally delighted and in despair….
The boy and me from our second ride, a few weeks ago, before we had a lesson.