An Open Letter to my Right Side

Dear Right Side,

First off, let us both agree that I am painfully average. I am right side dominant. From the day I was born into this world, I have favored you. Right Side, I have groomed you and strengthened you all my life. 19 years I have spent giving you ample attention and praise while my left hand can barely open a door knob (it can, but I'm being dramatic here, just roll with it).

Right Side, I have done everything in my power to give you the upper hand, and yet, you forsake me. Every time I get on a horse, you scrunch up and let my left side bow out, like it's the one that I've spent nearly two decades building up. And honestly, I don't get it? Where did I go wrong?

Right Hand, you don't know how to let go of the rein. Right Shoulder, you're far too low. Right Hip, you're stiff, and you make Right Thigh incapable of support. Right Knee and Ankle, you bear no weight because those above you have distributed it elsewhere. Right Foot, you could barely even kick a soccer ball when I was younger, and Right Eye, yes, you are the worse eye (no, really, it is significantly worse).

Right Side, I am begging and pleading with you to please get it together. I'll do weighted lunges and bench and run on better sloped terrain. All I ask is that you do your part and work with Left Side as a team so that I can one day successfully balance the canter. And also there's no rush on this, but Training 1 has working canter, and show season starts in a couple months, so I'd appreciate some gusto.

Sincerely,
a frustrated adult amateur who really hates hip stretches

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