Our regularly scheduled Saturday lesson didn’t happen. Something about this Saturday made every horse at the barn cuckoo. I was riding Eli at the trot and he felt fresh, but not too bad, and then his favorite palomino pony mare cantered by and he lept up, nose in air, scooted awkwardly, and squealed. Longeing commence! I thought, oh, he just needs to get out a few bucks …. nope, not just a few. A lot. Sweet Jesus I was sitting on that. And Eli also attempted to break the world land speed record … How he doesn’t just fall over going so fast on a longe line is beyond me. At least I know he is sure-footed and careful, even at mach 4. I don’t just let him run around like that until he stops himself, because if I did, he would never stop. (Thankfully he also never acts out so exuberantly under saddle.) So I reeled him back in after a few minutes and got back on, but his brain just wasn’t there. My coach and I decided today would not be the best day to jump.
So Sunday the weather thought about not cooperating, but we dodged the rain. Eli had his normal level of energy instead of the craziness from Saturday. I decided to play with him in a paddock for a little while before tacking up.
He just kind of follows me around for a while when I join him in the paddock. And then he starts ignoring me. And then he goes and stands at the gate and looks back at me, because the grass is over there, cookie lady.
I let him graze for a little bit, too, before taking him back in to tack up. He felt so much better on Sunday. Brain back in business. The jumps were fairly small, so I figured I had better take him around a few times over fences. He had a nice pace and easily got down the lines and found the singles nicely, as well. Done and done.