But now Prairie can work some more, and that means I have to work some more and that means I need lessons.
If there's one thing pregnancy/rehab does for you riding it's allow every bad habit I've ever had grow and blossom and thrive like a large, rampant weed.
Today was my first rude awakening as I had a little mini lesson while I gave Prair her daily hack.
First up - my damn hands. Always too low, always with broken wrists, always doing something wrong.
Next? My hip angle, I've gotten comfy just scooting back on my ass and riding a bit too vertical for Hunter Land. I'm comfy but I'm driving with my seat a lot and I've got to get up and out of the tack a tad more again.
Also? I'm bracing in my stirrup, letting my leg come too forward and using a tad too much inside rein.
So aside from feel like a floppy-slop in the saddle, I've also got to get used to riding a happier, healthier mare.
Prair is naturally balancing herself better and more willing to maintain her shape and roundness with minimal reminding. This means there's no excuse for me to get comfy hanging on my reins. the mare doesn't rely on a super heavy contact anymore, so I need to not remind her how much she liked it.
The mini lesson felt great though. Prair was super supple laterally and a very calm, rhythmic ride.
We finished canter some poles on the long side and holy MOLY it felt like a totally different horse than the one I was riding a year ago. I'm not sure how to explain it, but her back is so much more adjustable. It's much easier to ride her hind leg and in turn when I need to adjust for a distance it feels like her whole back rolls up and waits, or springs forward and lengthens without losing balance.
ITS SO COOL.
I've never felt her so adjustable or relaxed over poles - it was really fun. And usually I wouldn't qualify ground rails as anything overly thrilling.
So time to buckle down and become a better rider for the better mare that seems to have shown up.
|Srsly lady, get better.|