Last night Jetta and I jumped. She was really good except for three nasty refusals at first. Weird horse. After that though, she was absolutely perfect both ways over the jump and even cantering over it. That makes me so happy! I was going to have one last jump over it so we could finish on a good note, but then two girls getting on for their lesson came into the arena and stopped directly in front of my jump to mount up. I circled at the trot, figuring they'd hop on, I'd pop over the jump and then cool out. I circled, and circled, and circled while they adjusted their girth, their stirrups, their bridles, then got on and sat there and talked to the trainer. By the time they had moved off I had slown to a walk and given up on one last jump. Sigh. It was still a semi-good note to end on, but I really wanted that last jump!
I had hoped to set up a mini-course today since I got out of class early and no one would be at the barn. I'm so bummed that I don't feel good! I feel like if I ride, it's going to make me feel a lot worse even if I don't jump as planned.
|Oh yes, definitely one of these. |
No ham on Thanksgiving for me!