♣Ambitious♣

So what, exactly, do I want to do in the near and far future that I'm so hesitant to commit to? Well, it's a couple of things. 1) Get a saddle Yeah, I want my own again, mainly because I hate getting to the barn at school and having to fight gladiator style over a Toulouse. I really just want something that fits me and that is adjustable enough to fit a decently sized range of horses. If anything, I'll get a cheap, shimmable half pad with it for good measure. The main reason that I'm hesitant is because I don't want to make that kind of investment then bring a lease horse home and have it not fit them at all. I want it, idc what hunter peeps think 2) Lease a horse And that brings us to the second point: leasing a horse next year. I mentioned in Vlog 1 that I was thinking about leasing Beorn. I just texted Steph today, so we'll see how that turns out. If his owner is open to it, and I'm able to play my cards right, I'll hopefully be able to ...

So after yesterday's disgustingly-sad-with-cliché-inspiring-last-paragraph post, it's time to pat myself on the back for the times that I've managed to kick ass and take names. Beckz from I Will Jump Sweet Jumps (arguably the sickest blog title) came up with this awesome blog hop. In chronological order . . . The start of my 2013 show season, when I showed Duke in long stirrup and pleasure pony. He was losing it, but guess 👏 who 👏 kept 👏 it 👏 together 👏. Course when I thought he was finally chilled out during the combination hack, he ended up booking it through the line and took a daring distance to the second fence. I stayed on, though. Props to Duke for his athleticism. There was also that time I bombed my way through the o/f classes only to win the flat because you can't have a refusal when there are no fences to jump. After a rough season, Baby & I finally qualified for the medal final and made it over everything, then switched...

Me, the midget, has yet again decided that the big horses are the better option for myself. Despite having the option to choose between a much smaller, more physically suitable mount, I decided that Beorn, 17hands of pacing, sweaty beast, was exactly what I wanted to ride. He was the one from the flatwork ride that wasn't the easiest to canter. What fun. So I guess the big question here is "Why?" Not gonna lie, I did sense some hesitation from the other teammates; Brittany was adamant about switching horses with me if I didn't feel comfortable, and rightfully so. I picked Beorn because he's a big horse with a big stride, but he's not straightforward. He's somewhere between Romeo and Abbey. I was fairly direct with Steph and told her that I might get nervous, and there was a 50/50 chance that I'd be able to canter him. I typically wing it in these situations, but I don't need another setback, and two less than stellar rides last week made me gros...