pride

So pride is a bad thing in some belief systems. Fortunately for me, I am pretty free of those mental hang ups. So, I am proud. I should say I was proud – proud to have taken my skinny thoroughbred from the racetrack as a bebe and made a partnership that can do a quite decent 1st level dressage and not choke in 3’6 -3’9 courses.
So it is really hard to ask for help and have someone else ride him.
It is hard because in the past I was the one who would ride other people’s horses, I was the one who trained during the week, so other people’s kids could compete on the weekends. At the time, I intimately thought less of those people, like they were not really passionate about the sport.
Now here I am, feeling all posh and paying for someone to ride my horse. Time to reevaluate my judgmental days of yesteryears… Proud and maybe wrong.
In reality, boy am I lucky to have help. Can you imagine if I were not riding with someone I trusted? Now I share my chestnut with Steph until I get better. She teaches him new moves in the indoor twice a week, while I do my little PT on the living room floor twice a day. And I must say once I recovered from the initial awkwardness (somehow in my head having someone ride my horse is like having someone wear one of my old pairs of underwear… they quickly find out where the embarrassing holes are…), it has actually become quite fun to share training strategies with someone.

Do you share your training? who else rides your horse?