Once again,
before I begin, I must add a caveat to my blog. I am an amateur rider, through and
through. I work a full time “real” job,
I make huge mistakes in the ring, and most importantly, I follow the amateur
rules vehemently. I’m adding this caveat
as I don’t want it to appear like my hacking horses that don’t belong to me is
for anything other than my own pure enjoyment.
Yes, I enjoy riding horses! I
know, shocking revelation. Really I do
feel as though every new horse I get on has something to teach me, and I
certainly wouldn’t be the rider I am today without the variety of creatures
that I have been blessed to ride over the years. I digress.
Day 1.9
I know I
know. You all thought we were done with
day 1 yesterday, and we would move along quickly to my day 2 carry-ons. However, there is one important part of day 1
that I left out yesterday, and that would be after dinner which thus becomes
day 1.9. I came back to Suzanne’s place
to sit down to some lovely work (this time creating a power point deck, really
my job is enthralling). After that, I
decided to unpack.
Earlier in the
evening, Suzanne had helped me carry my plethora of bags up to her place. Given the sheer number of bags, I was excited
that I clearly had packed so well and for all occasions! That was until I actually started
unpacking. Based on numbers alone, the following
were my priorities when packing for three weeks of horse showing in South
Florida (if you don’t know what the weather is like here, go look it up as I
clearly should have done).
- Cute going out clothes – for all those times I would be going out after working 8-9 hours at my real job and hacking a few horses. My energy abundance knows no bounds.
- Socks – ok good necessity. Check!
- Sports bras – nicely done self!
- Coats – Fleeces (2), Vests (2), Softshell coats (3), and a Ski Jacket (???) for all of those wintery snowy days in South Florida I suppose. Please note, not included is my rain coat, since you know, it’s not a tropical climate or anything.
- Breeches – always a good choice, my list is looking up!
- Underwear – I should maybe be concerned that I brought fewer pairs of underwear than breeches. This is perhaps where things start to go awry.
- Show Coats & Show Shirts – at least I have more underwear than show clothes.
- Long Underwear – In my defense, tops only and no bottoms. Further in my defense, it was icing in Austin when I was packing. Ok really, I have no defense for bringing long underwear.
- Bikinis – because what goes better with long underwear than several bathing suits for the beach?
- T-Shirts – surely I need fewer T-Shirts than bikinis.
- Running shorts – this goes with my abundance of energy from number 1. Not only was I planning to go out and look cute, but I was also planning to run (???) in my spare time.
Day 2
Finally we have
made it past Day 1. To tell the truth if
all of my days are like Day 1, 3 weeks here might seem like 3 months
elsewhere.
I wake up Day 2
sounding like a 60 year old lifetime smoker with emphysema. For once, I am not exaggerating in the
least. I felt like I was trying to
breathe through water, an elephant was sitting on my chest, and I was
attempting to cough small bits of my lungs right out of my body. Since I am fond of all the bits of my lungs, I
decided that my best course of action would be to go visit a doc-in-the-box
before things really went south. I have asthma,
but it only affects me when I get sick or take a sprint across the Houston airport in desperation
to catch a flight. Since this occasion
is the former and not the latter, and me being my brilliant self who doesn’t
have the wherewithal to pack asthma medication (reference Day 1.9), I needed to
get myself to a place that could prevent this from going further south. However, all of that said, apparently my
small bits of lung were less important to me than working and of course riding.
Thus I began my
day with more work work work, boring boring boring. No offense to my work really. It pays my way to be here in horse paradise,
I’m actually fairly decent at it, and I’ve met and become friends with some of
the coolest coworkers on the planet, but it is still work. The very best thing about my job is the
flexibility I have to work remotely a lot of the time. This gives me the opportunity to be here and
work all at the same time (except next week, when I go home to work in the
office).
After wrapping
up a few conference calls (and before the next series commenced), I headed to
the barn for some more beloved pony time.
On my drive there I passed a live polo match, full on Pretty Woman
style. I wish I could have snapped a
pic, I’ve never seen a polo match before, and even in passing I could tell it
was incredibly intense.
The barn we are
stabled at is a quaint place with a pond out front, a cute house with an
apartment above, and an adorable barn with huge airy stalls.
On my list to
ride today was Zomar, DC, and a new one to me, Rainbow. When I picture an equine named Rainbow, I
picture a tricolor paint pony. In
reality Rainbow is a 17.3 h jumper bad ass.
Maybe the name gives him a softer side.
I started with
Zomar. We had our normal walk to the
show grounds, but as soon as we entered, it was obvious it was no longer
Monday. In horse show land, Mondays are
dead days. Everyone recovering from
showing the previous week, I think yesterday I saw a total of 5 horses out
other than the ones I was riding. But
now, now it was Tuesday and the show grounds were buzzing. Horses, golf carts, and dirt bikes where everywhere, it was like a hives nest of activity. The difference in Zomar was palpable. My slightly up horse was nowhere to be found. In replacement was a jumper that was READY TO
GO. He has so much power and athleticism
to him it’s cool to sit on.
I navigated my
way to a warm up ring where a couple of other jumpers were hacking as
well. Immediately I was struck by the
feeling of “I don’t belong.” This is the
big leagues where the leading rider board looks like this.
Whizzing by me
was a Kessler Show Stables golf cart, and riding with me in the ring were a
pair of beautiful stallions ridden by young handsome foreign men. So pervasive was this “I don’t belong”
awareness that I had talk myself down off the nervousness I felt. In order to do this I convinced myself that
these amazing riders simply had no idea that I didn’t belong. For all they knew I could be some up and
coming young German rider named Annika Geschlauder that they just hadn’t had the
pleasure of meeting yet. Why did I choose German? No idea.
I played this
out in my mind while hacking and gained some confidence. That was until I was merrily cantering along
on my right lead, and one of the handsome young men on a gray stallion headed
my direction on the opposite lead. We
were quite a ways apart from each other with plenty of room to pass, but the
beautiful gray had a different idea. He
SPUN out from under his young foreign rider and galloped the other way, almost
dumping him in the dirt. It was a close
call. CRAP. Gone were my day dreams of being Annika, and
back was the reality that the young foreign man almost ended up in the dirt,
partly caused by my horse cantering the opposite direction. When I had the opportunity, after he had
worked the stallion down a bit, I apologized to him. He looked at me, and laughed. He said “no it is not your fault, you were
just cantering, this? this horse is a Dick.”
At that moment I felt some of my nervousness dissipate. Even if they’re handsome, famous, and riding
beautiful creatures, these riders handle the same issues every rider faces,
including sometimes horses being a D$%#.
I ended my hack
nicely and headed back to the barn to get on DC. Since we were planning to school DC in a show
ring today, and not just hack I had to wear a back number. That’s another new thing to me. It wasn’t ticketed warm up, just schooling, but
still I needed a number to enter the ring.
DC and I headed over to the show grounds, showing the way to Rego who
was leading Amigo in hand. As a note,
Amigo didn’t so much as flick an ear while Rego was leading him. I swear that guy is like a horse whisperer.
We started with
jumping DC over a few warm up jumps in the schooling area, and then were called
for our turn in the show ring. They
manage the traffic and number of horses in the ring very tightly, and you have an
order of go just like you would for showing.
I walked in the ring and once again felt my panic rise. I came very very close to getting off and
letting Matt do my school. I think if he
would have had his helmet with him I would have. But alas, he was helmetless and I needed to
buck up. I have to honestly say DC
couldn’t have schooled better. He was
amazing, responsive, open, flexible, and clearly loved to be jumping. He helped calm my nerves more, and gave me
confidence that at very least he looks like he belongs. I don’t have any pictures of our ride, but
here he is in bath time!
The last horse I
rode was the non tri-color paint pony, Rainbow.
Officially, Rainbow is the type of jumper I’d love to have if I ever had
a jumper again. He was a straightforward
ride who did exactly as I asked as soon as I asked it. He was just lovely to hack, and the kind of
horse that makes a rider feel like they’re actually very competent and not some
pointless sack of potatoes getting in his way.
However, he did try to jump all of the palm tree shadows on the bridle
path. To his credit, they look an
awful lot like poles on the ground, but it amused me none the less. On the way back to the barn, I couldn’t help
but take this picture of the Beval store.
Yes, a Beval store. I swear I will get to blogging about the show
facility itself….eventually.
After riding, I
had to jump on a series of conference calls, and I really felt like I wasn’t getting
enough oxygen. I headed to the urgent
care facility that is closest to Suzanne’s place. Officially, according to the doc, I have acute
bronchitis. Not sure what the difference
is between acute and non-acute, but I’d rather be a-cute (hardy har har) any
day of the week. He prescribed me asthma
meds, antibiotic, and cough syrup so I could sleep.
And sleep I did, dreaming of being independently wealthy and spending my winters at WEF.
I like reading about your adventures in Wellington, Anna! If you get a chance, I do highly recommend you watch a polo match. You have the best polo in the US all right there, and when you can tailgate and watch 20 feet from the field, it's just thrilling. Good luck, and feel better soon! - Deanna
ReplyDeleteAfter I saw the hotness of men, horseflesh, and mallets (mallets, right??) in person, it is definitely on my list of must see events in Florida!
DeleteYou definitely belong, don't worry about that. Go watch a level 00 jumper class and then think, "do I belong here?" The answer is that WEF is just another horse show, albeit a fancy one, and that there are riders of all shapes and sizes and talents! You're going to do great.
ReplyDeleteDid you take DC in the $25 ring or was it something else? I didn't know that existed until I visited, but my friend told me there's a ring with jumps set up just like a show that you can pay $25 anytime to basically ride a course like you were showing... but not be showing. Interesting concept!
Since it was schooling day, and not a show day, I believe it was just normal schooling. I will have to find out about this 25 dollar ring thing though. I really want to get DC into the ring by himself, but there's just not a good option showing wise (no warm ups). Can you find out more for me?
DeleteI think there is nothing wrong with hacking other people's horses for the pleasure, it doesn't break the amateur rules unless you are getting paid. I know I take lessons on other horses all the time just because its good to throw your leg over one. :)
ReplyDeleteI agree, but I realized after writing my blog that some people may interpret my other rides as something I was doing for monetary benefit and not for fun. The lat thing I need is some busy body trying to claim I'm not an ammy.
DeleteLast. not Lat. Maybe I should start abbreviating Last to Lat though, could start a new thing.
DeleteIt doesn't break the rules if you don't work for the trainer of those horse in any way shape or form.
DeleteAnyway, I'm enjoying the blog. I just got home from grooming for two weeks at my first circuit ever (Gulfport) Maybe someday I'll get to visit FL!
I'm so glad I get to follow your adventures as a fellow Texan from around the area. Yay for living vicariously through people.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I'm glad you're enjoying my ruminations.
DeleteHaha! Love reading about your adventures! Keep it up! Makes work a little more enjoyable for me. Oh, and your trail ride over to the show park that first day reminded me of our first trail ride out in the pasture with Gabby and Sierra - haha!
ReplyDeleteAh, Gabby and Sierra. Good times. How did we not die anyway?
DeleteI absolutely love reading these, and as an unbiased mother, they all are lucky to have you. You are absolutely poetry in motion on a horse. I wish I could be there to watch. Hopefully, Stephen can return to see some of the show. I am so glad you have the opportunity to do this. Love, Mom
ReplyDeleteYes, when thinking of an unbiased person, this is exactly the type of comment I expect. I do believe the basic definition of mother is biased.
DeleteAnd Oh! are you feeling better?
ReplyDeleteTBD. Stay tuned for tomorrow's installation. Or do what mothers do and text me. At least my mother texts me. God bless technology.
DeleteHi, your blog is great!! If you'd like to be on Horse Junkies United, contact us at info@horsejunkiesunited.com
ReplyDeleteAwesome!!!!! Soak it all in!!
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