Throwback Thursday: Thoughts while Riding without Stirrups

The call comes from your instructor (or maybe you’re just really masochistic motivated): “drop your irons.” And at first you’re like: okay, I got this. Yeah. I’m awesome! I’m so strong and balanced! Half a lap around the arena you’re like, By now your legs are really burning. Maybe your instructor is giggling gleefully in the middle … More Throwback Thursday: Thoughts while Riding without Stirrups

Thoughts while Riding without Stirrups

The call comes from your instructor (or maybe you’re just really masochistic motivated): “drop your irons.” And at first you’re like: okay, I got this. Yeah. I’m awesome! I’m so strong and balanced! Half a lap around the arena you’re like, By now your legs are really burning. Maybe your instructor is giggling gleefully in the middle … More Thoughts while Riding without Stirrups

I, Athlete.

A few weeks ago, I was traveling in Dominican Republic and we rode horses (or, in my case, a donkey) through the mountains and then hiked down to a waterfall. It was a loooong way back up some rough-hewn stairs. I was stubbornly determined not to stop and take a break during the difficult climb. … More I, Athlete.

Your Horse Is Not Being Rude. Except When He Is.

Joe and I continue working together on accepting the bit and being balanced. It’s amazing to me how this horse runs through his inside shoulder. It has become clear that he is extremely unbalanced and maybe more than a little willing to let me prop him up rather than balancing himself. Naughty me. I have … More Your Horse Is Not Being Rude. Except When He Is.