Horse riding over Saturday’s flowers…

August 27, 2018

Saturday morning of 7th May 2016. I resumed horse riding at the Lea Valley horse riding centre in Leyton. I was anxious and didn’t know what to expect as the last time I rode a horse was when I was little.

 

 

Dad used to take us every weekend. So really, it felt anew. But I was excited and proud of myself for taking the leap to at least book the class and show up, seeing that the Gemini in me is quick to move on to the next exciting thing . 

 

I have been wanting to learn to ride and become an independent rider for most of my adult life. This one tiny moment of accomplishment overthrew me when I mounted my horse, Dylan, as I gave him a nice gentle kick with both legs, took a walk with him, trotting with him as I tried to rhythmically bounce my torso on his beautiful white fur back.

 

Dylan and I soon bonded. He is such an amazing horse. I was told he is a really friendly horse, one of those horses who gets on well with all its riders. I guess there was nothing so special about our bond then…Anyway, I was told I needed to work a bit more on my posture and my rise, you know, take a little more control once I am on the saddle, firmly with the reins and the horse is in full gear.

 

 

So my partner and I had a great session. He isn’t so much of a beginner from what I observed as he has ridden  a few times in his adult life (and watches horse racing daily.

 

However, he was a little rusty. He suddenly got a grip of it and rode Horse Bill excellently to a point that our teacher, Darren asked him to move to the next level. After walking Bill back to the stable, I whispered to him, ‘You an arsehole!’

 

and we both laughed. He loves it when I get into my little competitive mode. Apparently my little scowl cracks him up.

 

He stole my thunder!!! This was meant to be MY session, my passion, my long desired goal. But seriously I was happy he rode great...that way I can hire him to teach me.

 

Our horses were teenagers probably 13-15 and did excellently well. Bill was obviously a bigger horse. They assign horses to you according to their optical illusion of your BMI. Anyway, I was proud of myself. The weather was great too. We booked our next session. I need to get proper jodhpurs and riding boots and then work on getting off a horse more elegantly. You don’t want to know how I managed off Dylan. Our teacher came and whispered to me, "a little more elegance, June". We both cracked up.

 

My back did hurt for two days though. I guess it was a good work out for my torso too. Looking forward to class 2 and all classes over the summer. Then one day, just one day as a result of determination, I will be striking off one thing from my bucket list when I ride independently at Trent Park Equestrian Central or in Spain with no inhibitions, fear or instructions. 

 

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I wasn't fussed that Neil didn't bring me flowers this Saturday morning. Doing the classes together was way better than my weekend peonies.

 

May 9, 2016 by jbugged

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