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Right, so I really do not like trying horses. I have no problem sitting on different horses at the barn but for some reason I feel super uncomfortable when I am trying horses and I become less Ms Dujardin and more Mr Bean haha! It's so embarrassing!
This weekend we went to try a mare that was only half an hour away so she was totally worth a visit. I was stupidly feeling nervous before we even got there and I didn't get much better as the day went on. The mare was adorable, easy as pie on the ground and very loving. The owner rode first and showed us some fun tricks that the mare can do but even from watching what was happening at this point, she looked like a trickier ride than I had been looking for. My trainer then rode her and did a great job as always but I think I already knew that the mare wasn't for me.
Typically, I had left my coat in the car and had misplaced my gloves in my fluster. To be honest I had been having one of those clumsy mornings. You know the type, you get out of bed and walk into the corner of the bedpost, you trip coming down the stairs, spill coffee over your pajamas whilst trying to take a sip of your morning cuppa. The day wasn't really destined to go well from the start.
Anyhow, by leaving everything in the car, it meant that I was freezing cold (and still nervous when I got on). I (pretty much) knew the mare wasn't going to spook or buck, bolt but I cant help but worry about riding in front of the seller and looking like an idiot on their precious pony. Well that idiot thing took seconds to start ding donging around in my head, when I started to pick up the reins the owner stopped me. (I have always taken the snaffle rein normally, ignoring the curb rein then used my middle finger to pickup the curb). With my frozen fingers I was busy trying to figure out which rein was which etc, now my fingers had decided they couldn't possibly bend which was making the whole thing even worse. The owner was then telling me to take this rein, that rein, put it here and there. It was quite laughable really as I didn't get what she was trying to get me to do, so just sat there like a beginner with her shoving reins in my stiff freezing fingers! I finally figured out she wanted the curb rein through my pinky, but I must have looked like a right dolt, Gosh! After what felt like a million, trillion minutes of this faffing, I had a walk and then trot around the arena. That sensitive little mare behaved perfectly well and tried her hardest, but we totally weren't a good match. After a bit I started to relax and feel like I was able to trust her, she in turn relaxed for me and started to become a little easier, but she just wasn't my horse. I still felt like Mr Bean... baha!
I did think about telling you delightful people, details of the ride, the personality of the horse and so forth but I would bore you all rotten with it, it really is quite tedious and no one needs to waste their time on that.
After my ride and many hugs and kisses and polos for the mare. I bade a (somewhat relieved) farewell to the horse and her owner who I am sure will be equally relived that I will not be "Mr Beaning" (yes its a word now) on her sweet pony again.
This weekend we went to try a mare that was only half an hour away so she was totally worth a visit. I was stupidly feeling nervous before we even got there and I didn't get much better as the day went on. The mare was adorable, easy as pie on the ground and very loving. The owner rode first and showed us some fun tricks that the mare can do but even from watching what was happening at this point, she looked like a trickier ride than I had been looking for. My trainer then rode her and did a great job as always but I think I already knew that the mare wasn't for me.
Typically, I had left my coat in the car and had misplaced my gloves in my fluster. To be honest I had been having one of those clumsy mornings. You know the type, you get out of bed and walk into the corner of the bedpost, you trip coming down the stairs, spill coffee over your pajamas whilst trying to take a sip of your morning cuppa. The day wasn't really destined to go well from the start.
Anyhow, by leaving everything in the car, it meant that I was freezing cold (and still nervous when I got on). I (pretty much) knew the mare wasn't going to spook or buck, bolt but I cant help but worry about riding in front of the seller and looking like an idiot on their precious pony. Well that idiot thing took seconds to start ding donging around in my head, when I started to pick up the reins the owner stopped me. (I have always taken the snaffle rein normally, ignoring the curb rein then used my middle finger to pickup the curb). With my frozen fingers I was busy trying to figure out which rein was which etc, now my fingers had decided they couldn't possibly bend which was making the whole thing even worse. The owner was then telling me to take this rein, that rein, put it here and there. It was quite laughable really as I didn't get what she was trying to get me to do, so just sat there like a beginner with her shoving reins in my stiff freezing fingers! I finally figured out she wanted the curb rein through my pinky, but I must have looked like a right dolt, Gosh! After what felt like a million, trillion minutes of this faffing, I had a walk and then trot around the arena. That sensitive little mare behaved perfectly well and tried her hardest, but we totally weren't a good match. After a bit I started to relax and feel like I was able to trust her, she in turn relaxed for me and started to become a little easier, but she just wasn't my horse. I still felt like Mr Bean... baha!
I did think about telling you delightful people, details of the ride, the personality of the horse and so forth but I would bore you all rotten with it, it really is quite tedious and no one needs to waste their time on that.
After my ride and many hugs and kisses and polos for the mare. I bade a (somewhat relieved) farewell to the horse and her owner who I am sure will be equally relived that I will not be "Mr Beaning" (yes its a word now) on her sweet pony again.
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