My last lesson took place about a week ago. I am a little sad. Even though saddleseat is not for me, I will miss the weekly contact with a horse. I neglected to mention to the instructor that it was my last lesson, partly because I forgot and partly because I wanted to see what she might say.
Well, there I was trotting past her, trying to keep my toes in, and she asks if I want to take part in their "winter" horse show in late October.
Hmmm. Maybe?
She says I'd have to get some pants to ride in. Saddleseat pants are special you know. And to enter a couple classes would be about $175.
Oh.
So I go on riding. The mare I'm on has a canter that feels like a kitchen table. This is not my analogy but it's true and I can't think of a better way to describe it. It's like a kitchen table rocking back and forth on two legs. Not hard to ride, but somehow I lost my inside stirrup. I kept going without my stirrup. I got the mare to canter on both leads, as most people cannot.
So she asked me if next Monday was going to work like usual. I had to tell her no, it was my last lesson. She was disappointed; she'd been looking forward to sticking me on a more interesting horse. Then she suggested I ask for lessons for Christmas. I had thought of this already but I am leaning more towards hunter jumper or dressage. Although, it wouldn't hurt to have some more saddleseat lessons to be able to say, why yes, I do know how to ride saddleseat.
I'm diversifying.
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