“I’m so proud of you,” says the Cowboy to me after I slide down off my horse the other day.
I finally, had the chance again to ride Gracie. It had been too long. She is one of the first horses I ever really got to know, that was actually ‘mine’ as much as any of us can ever really ‘own’ something and who I still wanted more time with. She may not be the best horse ever in terms of behavior or athleticism. But she’s a love.
After loping her around the arena for about 45 minutes and having a blast with her after years of being somewhat concerned she would injure me if I asked too much of her, we are definitely in a much better place (thanks especially in recent months, to the Cowboy and to others who’ve helped me be a better rider and her a better horse, along the way. Time and daily rides that push her beyond her comfort zone is what we have always needed. I hope to find more of that time .. in the near future.)
He started laughing though ..
“You were going pretty fast, maybe that’s just what she needs. But I was a little worried about you becoming another yard dart,” he said. I about spit out my coffee, shocked a bit. But I started to laugh.
I hadn’t thought too much about it at the time. I was trying to be careful, but I was also enjoying her finding the freedom to just run, which we had never really had a good chance to do. We were booking along a little fast, I did my best to keep her reigned in on the speed. But it was awesome. He just didn’t want a repeat of the incident I had earlier this year, with our old friend Joe.
Understood. And filed for the next ride. Which I can’t wait for.