I had a really good riding lesson today. This was my fourth lesson on Olive, an actual horse-sized horse, and I’m getting much more comfortable on her. A woman I hadn’t met yet, who was sitting and watching with Wendy, complimented my release after a set of jumps.
I don’t know what that is, and I didn’t stop to ask just then, and I don’t want to look it up now. If it’s something I’m doing well naturally, I’m afraid that if I look it up, I’ll start thinking about it and do it badly. There’s so much to think about that if I can delay thinking about something, that can only be good. Except that now I have guesses about what it is, and I’ll probably overthink it, so maybe I’m better off if I look it up.
Okay, I googled it (and my guesses were wrong). It has to do with not pulling on the reins (and then the bit) as you go over the jump. Wendy taught me to move my hands forward on the neck and hold the horse’s mane to avoid pulling the reins accidentally. Apparently that’s called a crest release (long or short depending on how far up the mane you hold) – she left that part out. So okay, I’m already doing it and thinking about it and it’s all good.
John took the plane out this afternoon at the same time (I dropped him off at the airfield, drove to the farm, and then picked him up when I was done), and he found me and flew circles around the farm while I rode. He said he could see someone on a horse jumping, and he assumed it was me (it was). We saw the plane and waved madly with no idea if he could see us. Turns out he could, and he tried to make the plane wave back. I thought I saw a wobble, but it wasn’t as dramatic-looking as it felt to him.
Anyway, it was cool, and it made for a good afternoon.