Big Girl Pants!

Oh boy!  Have you ever dreamed or even obsessed over an item of clothing?  Maybe a sparkly dress or a fine pair of pants that catches your eye every time you are out window shopping.  You want it so badly.  Even if they are out of your price range or you’ll only wear it once, you can’t help but try it on, maybe more than once… Me either, clothes just don’t do it for me.  Now horse accessories… The point is when we identify something we want, it tends to consume a large portion of our brain and if you are anything like me, that portion of your brain is the logic center.  We lose our focus.  We forget logical progressions and we leap right for the reward.

The Kentucky show went so well.  It’s not so much that our score was phenomenal, it wasn’t, but the teamwork was finally there.  Nutmeg and I were clicking.  I knew what she needed and she was responsive to my suggestions (you try telling a chestnut mare how it’s going to be).  Two big pieces fell into place over the weekend.  One, we both stayed relaxed in dressage and show jumping and two, we were balanced on cross country.  The Horse Park might not have any mountains, but it has its fair share of hills.  For the first time competing, I felt we were balanced enough at any point to jump and I didn’t have to win a war to get the balance.  Nutmeg was happy to balance herself.

Well, that got my brain rolling.  We’d thrown around the idea of moving up to training at the beginning of the year if we could get the balance and communication in place.  So, what to do?  Play it safe and do one more event at Novice to see if Kentucky was a complete fluke?  Move up and pray my gut feeling is right?

Nope, never fear, that is NOT a Training Fence.

I’ve been eyeing the training fences since the last time I galloped around a training course (let’s just say it’s been a few years).  I really like that level.  It’s challenging enough to keep me interested, but friendly enough that I don’t have nightmares or want to pee my pants galloping down the fences.  Understanding that my desire to get back at it might just be clouding my judgment, I sought professional help.

Last Training.  Icy Dawn ~ 2007.

For many riders the decision to move up a level is made by their coach or trainer.  Sadly, living in the middle of nowhere limits my access to my long term coach.  I’m not getting weekly lessons.  In fact, I’m lucky if a second set of eyes watches me ride every couple of months.  The children playing tag across the street don’t count.  Fortunately, I’ve been given a wonderful basic education.  I can blunder along and at least manage not to do more harm than good.  We might not be accelerating toward our potential as fast as we might be with consistent instruction, but we make baby steps.  So when I sent out the cry for help, I received a predictable response, “If you think the cross country is there, move-up.”  No pressure, right?!?

I do think it’s there.  I really, really wish I could school the course we’re headed to first.  I think there’s a big old trakehner lurking out there and it might just make me pee my pants, but I have an amazing amount of confidence in Miss Nutmeg.  I’m not sure why, and that’s what worries me that my logic center has gone bonkers.  She isn’t a terribly clean jumper, but out on cross country she’s a dream.  She thinks it’s a walk in the park and hardly bats an eye.  She just gets the galloping forward and respects the solid fences.  Am I nuts?  Yeah, probably, but if we don’t take risks we never grow.

It looks friendly enough, right?

The second bit of advice I receive from my long distance coach, “It will make you work harder.”  Well, that’s true.  I told myself one way or the other I was going to prep for Heritage like we were moving up to training.  Well, now we are, so bet your buttons we’re going to be working hard! 

Today’s Fresh Perspective is Focus.  That’s what I need to keep moving forward.  Now we have a definite goal to focus on and stepping stones to reach that goal.  Stepping stones like balanced 15 meter circles, lengthening of the trot and canter, and the ever constant improvement of transitions.  The first stepping stone, find my big girl panties! 

Technically, it's my sister showing off the pants.  I'm always the one on the horse.

 

Better than a trip to the spa, our outing to the Kentucky Horse Park was terrific.  We made it a girl’s weekend, just me, a girl friend to groom and keep me awake, and the Chestnut mare - Nutmeg. 

We had no traveling trouble.  In fact, Nutmeg who is a notoriously awful traveler handled her first three plus hour trip like a champ (actual time in the trailer just a bit over nine hours each direction).  Fuel prices certainly weren’t comfortable.  I gagged when we paid over four dollars a gallon.  Little did we realize that Indiana has a sneaky little tax system.  When you think you’re paying $4.03, you’re actually paying $4.35.  Shocked, I asked the attendant why the difference in prices between the billboard and the pump, his response, “It’s an Indiana thing.”  Apparently Indiana and Washington are the only states that have a “hidden” tax for their residence.  Kind of strikes a nerve in me, but we weren’t going to let it ruin our trip.  After all, on a girl’s weekend out, you get what you pay for, right?

The staff for the Kentucky Classique Event deserves a great big thumbs up and a heartfelt thank you.  They were organized, friendly, helpful and efficient.   I have never seen a more efficient show jumping day.  Everyone was concerned with the eminent arrival of Isaac and they pushed us through quickly and politely.  Such a refreshing atmosphere.

Of course the Kentucky Horse Park is one of the nicest venues.  Ample room for warm-up in all three phases, great footing, and a back drop to make any horse enthusiast drool.  With a popular venue comes shopping!  In the Midwest we don’t get a lot of vendors, so we took full advantage of the various options and did what girls do best, especially around horses – shop for horse stuff!  A sparkly brow band and crop for the pony, some reading material for me, a few necessities like studs and rubber bands and we were about done in.  Of course, I spent about fifteen minutes drooling over the Kentucky cross country boots.  Someday… sigh.

While the great traveling conditions, the staff and the setting would have made the trip pretty good, the fact that Nutmeg had on her polite shoes sent us over the moon.  We had a wonderful time together.  She seemed to really enjoy hanging out “with the girls.”  Extra treats, grazing, and being a bit spoiled seemed to really bring out her best attitude.  Our dressage ride was so-so, but it was polite.  We didn’t get into any big fights.  Mission accomplished.  The icing on the cake was our canter work.  Perhaps not the most brilliant, but for us, a huge improvement.  No more bolting forward, rocketing me out of the tack or jumping out of the arena.  I’ll take it and we’ll move forward from here.

 

Honestly, cross country was a bit disappointing.  I expected to be challenged, but we shared what seemed like about half the course with baby novice.  If it hadn’t been at The Horse Park, it really would have been a snooze fest.  As it was, we enjoyed a nice canter around the country side.  We took advantage of the stress free trip to hopefully be ambassadors for the sport, hamming it up and waving to a group of school kids on bikes.  That was probably the highlight of our cross country trip.  Nutmeg rocked it as usual and was well pleased with herself.  I’m eyeing the training fences with increased hunger.

Show Jumping showed the greatest improvement and I left the ring grinning from ear to ear.  We had our first fight free trip.  We pulled a rail, but it was completely my fault.  I started celebrating too soon and forgot to regulate our pace quickly enough.  Lesson hopefully learned.  I am so pleased with Nutmeg.  She was completely cooperative, and that is a BIG change.

I tried a new warm-up strategy for both cross country and show jumping and it will be interesting to see if it had anything to do with our improvements.  Instead of doing a minimal quick warm-up, we did a minimal long warm-up.  Between each jump we took time to walk around the arena at least once.  It really kept us both settled.  It’s a totally different plan then most people take, but this weekend it seemed to work really well.  We will definitely be trying it again.

Yay for good weekends, great friends, wonderful horses, dedicated volunteers and magnificent venues.  I’m blessed to be able to enjoy them all.  Showing doesn’t have to be stressful, it can be as relaxing and as refreshing as a trip to the spa, and that’s the fresh perspective we brought back from Kentucky.