Apple's steady gaze. |
It has been a long time since I’ve felt comfortable in the
saddle. I can remember, during summers when I spent entire days on horseback, that
it felt as easy as breathing. But now, I carry with me the anxieties and body
aches of 40-plus years, and where I used to feel confident in my seat and hands and
legs, I am dubious. And I have a confession to make: While I was a fearless rider as a kid and young adult, I have been wearing fear into the barn every time I go, and I'm not sure why. I think answering that question is part of the journey back.
Trips
to the barn over the past few years have been about getting my daughters, 13
and 11, in the saddle, not myself. It’s been about teaching them simple safety
rules and the basics of horsemanship. And it's been as a helper as my husband works to get his
sister’s big Drum Horse, Addie, going in harness. We’ve gone for drives, but
that’s about the extent of my horse time over the past 15 years.
Now
that my daughters are older, I find myself itching for that sense of solid ease
around horses and in the saddle…that feeling of being able to move a horse this
way or that without having to think too much about every little step. I want to
brush away the jumpiness that sits on my shoulder and says “what if…” every 10
seconds. I want to enjoy horses again.
I
think that part of it is that as an adult, my “what ifs” come with negative,
emergency-room consequences. My daughters’ “what ifs” are more about
sky's-the-limit possibilities. What
is it about adulthood that makes one so serious? How do I approach riding with
a childlike heart, a willingness to make mistakes without judgment, and to take
joy in small successes?
I
watch L, as she sits astride Butters. She loves that horse, an older
palomino of unknown past and breeding. (She’s always trying to guess at his
parentage. I think last week she was convinced that he was part Akhal Teke. The
week before, she imagined he was some exotic Eastern European breed.) I think
he may have some Arab in him, and probably some Quarter Horse.
He’s
an old-fashioned horse, with a snappy walk, better suited to dressage than
Western pleasure. She trots him around, lopes a little, walks a little, stops
and chats with her instructor, then heads back out to the rail. There isn’t the
slightest hesitation in her manner with Butters, and the two of them braid
their intentions together in a solid bond.
My
oldest daughter, M, is riding Apple, a POA gelding as kind as they come.
His tail is 1970s-short because his herdmate, Jubilee (a 3-year-old Welsh pony), chewed
it with a hairdresser’s precision. M had been riding a Quarter Horse
mare named Nilla, but when Nilla ran for the trailers at the end of a trail
ride a year or so ago, and tossed M in the process, her confidence was
shaken.
Apple is giving it back to her in the slow and easy manner of a caring
teacher. M took that fall in stride and is working well with Apple, but she’s
always been my serious child, and anxiety twists a bit at her when things
(whether it’s at school, with friends, or at dance class) don’t go perfectly.
Apple is teaching her about forgiveness and letting go. He’s patient as she
works at balance and lightness. I’m hoping that his reassuring ways will help
her to ease up on herself just a little bit.
As
a re-beginner, I’ll be riding Apple from time to time, along with a tall, flea-bitten
gray Thoroughbred mare named Ellie. I’m just getting to know Ellie, but she has
the softest, kindest eye, and in those dark depths, I can see the glimmer of
blue-sky what ifs. I can see the part of horses that I fell in love with as a
young girl, and it draws me to her. In her eyes, I see my own horse-crazy childhood.
I’m
trying to start a list of goals to carry with me for the first month, and I'm beginning with two simple aspirations:
·
I will ride one to two hours each week (doesn’t sound like
much as I put that in writing, but with my schedule it’s ambitious when it’s a
25-minute drive to the barn).
·
I will fit in a strength-ball class twice each
week to build my core, and add a daily walk to my calendar.
And
so, here I am, back at the beginning. All these years, I’ve been watching my
daughters learn about horses. Now they are helping me with my own horse
lessons—reminding me to take joy in the ride and pleasure in the moment.
I think it's awesome that you're getting back in the saddle! I will totally be your cheerleader to help encourage you to keep up with your goals. (Then maybe I will start accomplishing my fitness goals I set for myself)
ReplyDeleteSarah -- I really believe fitness is a big part of my ebbing confidence. When I was fit, I was much quicker to react. I'll cheer you on with your fitness goals, too :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks! I agree with you, confidence is a big player in this.
DeleteThis hit me right where I live, Debbie, sweet childhood memories and annoying adult anxieties and all. I, too, am a re-beginner trying to find that unselfconscious place in the saddle once again, and have lately become a bit discouraged. Your thoughtful post has given me a lift. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnne -- Thank you for such a nice note -- I appreciate it! Glad to know I'm not alone!
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This is so totally my story, too. Add in budgeting constraints and I'm trying to re-enter the horse world as a rider for the first time in awhile. I hate that niggling fear that's keeping me down! I'll be your cheerleader, as well, and hope it inspires me to find ways to get back in the saddle!! Thank you for some inspiration and the strength to say the truth :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Amy -- I hate that feeling too. I never really understood fear with horses when I was younger. It's definitely a challenge... I appreciate your note and kind words!
DeleteDebbie, thanks so much for putting my confused feelings into words. I have not been an avid rider since my 20's and now I am approaching 50 this year. My husband encouraged me to buy a horse and start riding again last year. I fell in love with a tobiano paint who reminded me of my mare of my youth. She is 11 but is very spirited. I used to welcome this in a horse. Now I am fearful of getting on if I have not thoroughly worked her before for at least 20 min. With a busy schedule this has proven to be a problem. Thanks for such insight and for letting me know I am not crazy. I too miss those feelings of freely riding without fear. I guess I'll take it one step at a time. Hope I did not make a poor decision on purchasing my mare.
ReplyDeleteKathy -- I feel so much the same way! I hope that you are able to work things out with your mare. I think part of what has nurtured the fear I've had has been riding horses that I just didn't trust completely. It was so hard to relax, so I understand what you are saying. I'm reading a book right now for an article I'm working on for H&R -- the book is Zen Mind, Zen Horse -- and I really like how he approaches groundwork as a basis for building a relationship with your horse. I think it has helped me relax a little bit (or at least to take a deep breath when I feel uneasy!). Good to hear from you. It's nice to know I'm not alone, too!
DeleteI love this article, it really put the feelings alot of people have into words. I too have started riding my two older guys who have not been ridden in years. I am 55 and also realize I have been injured by horses enough times to know I don't want to be hurt again. I spent approximately 3 to 4 weeks on groundwork only before I got on these horses. My confidence by that time had begun to grow. I rode my Quarter Horse gelding this morning for the first time with success. I felt like I used to when I was a teenager, it was well worth all the groundwork! My advice to anyone in the same situation would be, go slow, do your groundwork, confidence will come with time.
ReplyDeleteLora
Lora -- That's great! I agree with you -- it seems like if I go slow and take my time, I'm building a comfort level and feeling really good. Groundwork is a great idea!
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