Banana and I had a rather spectacular parting of ways today. We'd trailered over to our lesson in Hunterland. She was very awake, but settled. We were going over a ground pole, jump, then ground pole. Everything was well: tiny vertical, tiny oxer, slightly larger vertical, slightly larger oxer, 2'3" vertical. Then, when it became a 2'3" oxer Naners didn't bother picking up her legs at all and demolished the jump. She fell, sliding across the sand. I rolled off before she hit, rolling away. There is sand in every crevice of the saddle and I had a good amount down my breeches. After that she was hesitant to approach anything looking like a jump. Trainer had to lead us at a walk over the tiny 6" flower boxes that we've been jumping successfully (with rails on top) for weeks.
The lack of picking up her feet was something she did when she was green, but hasn't done in quite a awhile. That makes it even more concerning to me, because it came out of nowhere.
I don't think jumping her is going to be wise. It's not like she tried to jump and misjudged: she didn't even try. I am, of course, shaken a bit and might feel differently in a couple of days. But, I expect the horse under me to jump the jump, not run at it and try to run through it.
A Note About This Blog
I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.
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I'm sorry :( That sounds really rough
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