My back is kill me. My legs are sore. When I dismounted, I stumbled back under my own weight, because my body was hurting.
All I did was ride my own horse.
Granted, Cook had a week off due to the crappy weather. The ring was muddy, which 1) she hates and 2) I couldn’t lunge her beforehand.
When I got on, she jigged off. I said you know what!?!?!?!?!? you wanna jig off!?!?! Let’s trot! Let’s trot until you don’t wanna jig no more.
Except she never really wanted to stop. She was still pretty high and excited 45 minutes later.
She wasn’t TERRIBLE. We did have a few arguments in which I had to discipline her. (I know, shocker!) She was being pissy about trotting into a corner because there was a go-kart parked there, which was fine …. until I made her go there and she started bucking me. Unacceptable!
So we started out bad, the middle got better, but we soured toward the end. I think she was tired of me at that point. So I got her back to just trotting a little ways again calmly and we ended it.
Oh, we did manage to canter some today. She was high as a kite afterwards, it blew it her brain, but we did canter. So yay.
Someone I know (no names need to be mentioned) thinks Cook oughta be retired. Um, I think Cook has the energy and will of a 4 year old.
Mere made me laugh about Cook. She’s healed enough to get on her so she’s gonna try and help me this week. Aw, sweet relief. At the Cookie School of Hard Knocks, I’m the teacher, but Mere is the Prinicipal. 