Saturday I had an absolutely great ride on Remy; I could
really feel the harmony of us moving together. My ride on Saumur was a good
one, too. Despite the cold the endorphins were happily cruising through my
system, providing a “high without chocolate”.
Unfortunately, the cruising came to a rather abrupt stop on
Sunday. Gusty winds were blowing, making for scary noises in the indoor arena.
(And no, Jude, it didn’t help you mentioning that once a roof panel flew off!).
Saumur, always one to worry about anything, jumped at the first noise. Then he
blocked his neck and I was ‘SOL’. VERY frustrating, because it was the first
time in weeks that I had a lesson on Saumur, and I had been really looking
forward to it. Alas, it was not to be, so I asked Judy to be excused. Yes, as
much as I loath to admit it, I was tired – tired of struggling, tired of the
spooking, tired of forcing him to focus. I’ve been on the fence for a long time
now regarding Saumur, and I guess it’s really time to call it quits – quits
with serious work that is.
With the howling winds still going strong I decided to just
longe Remy – which proved to be the smart decision as I promptly had another
“Oh, sh*t!” experience. Remy was bucking and bolting as I’ve never seen him do
before. All I could do was trying to stay on my feet and hang on to him. I saw
two of Judy’s clients watching through the windows, motioning that they’d be
ready to come to my rescue. Thanks, Ladies! Remy finally settled down. I think
he did surprise himself as he was completely subdued afterwards, following me
around like the puppy he usually is. But sure enough, the thought crossed my
mind “What if he does that under saddle??? – I’d be flying up to the rafters!”
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