|A, enter working trot.|
Friday afternoon went by slowly - I had tons of time to get Finn ready and I decided to try out Austen's fluffy dutch braid tutorial. I figured it was the best time to try it out - first show of the year, first time braiding with yarn, and first time attempting dutch braids.... what could go wrong?
You can also see that Finn was soaked through his slinky.
After Finn was clean (I had to hot-towel him since it was absolutely pouring rain outside), braided, and blanketed up, I loaded him and Spud up and hauled out to the grounds to watch another friend of mine ride her mare. I arrived pretty early, and ended up leaving Finn and Spud in the trailer since it was pouring buckets. For the next few hours I drifted between trying to stay dry, letting the horses out to nibble hay, and standing in the indoor arena to keep Finn from getting soaked.
|Spud gets to be a show buddy since I didn't |
want to leave him home alone for a night.
I rode my first test and had quite a few unfortunate bobbles - I overthought a lot of it and was making myself tense and nervous since Finn's owner was watching and ended up turning right when I should've turned left down centerline (d'oh). The rest of the test was pretty adequate and there was a moment where I went to ride too deep into my corner and nearly left the ring... yikes.
|A good moment. Thankfully all the rain stopped during my tests.|
So off I went to continue warming him up, keeping him moving, and trying to get him to stretch into his gait. I was called for my second test and as I stepped two paces into the ring, the judge rolled down the window and shook her head, calling out, "I'm going to have to scratch you."
It was probably one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. Having all these spectators watching and listening... I know the judge didn't do it to be an ass, but it was just a shitty situation.
Finn's owner didn't feel like it was a huge deal - she also commented that he was a bit sticky on the left rein but certainly wasn't head bobbing lame. She advised me to bute him that evening and see how he was in the morning.
I went to my trailer and cried with a friend of mine who was holding Spud for me while I rode.
We talked a lot about the fact that it isn't really Finn's fault or my fault... it's just his age and it just sucks. But regardless, Finn's owner and I immediately went to book a chiro appointment (details to follow).
That night kinda sucked, as I was feeling more self-pity and embarrassment than anything, but horses will make you humble and sometimes you just have to suck it up and move on.
|Seeing this face didn't suck tho <3 |
I hugged her and cried.
Finn warmed up great and although he still felt minimally sticky, he felt much better and a few girlfriends of mines who came out to compete and watch also commented on how well he looked. The adult class was pretty barren - only three of us were competing in the flat.
|Does anyone recognize the gray?|
Yep, that's the Andalusian who is pasture-mates
And since I had pretty consistent placings, I won the adult high point for the flat class division. It was a really good "up" to end my weekend on considering I had felt like a bag of shit the day prior. Still, I had a feeling that Finn needed a good chiro work-up to really pin-point and eradicate some of our issues.
Horse shows can be so enlightening - it certainly wasn't the worst show in history and I'm sure there will be more shows that let me down. But the fact that Finn never changed his amount of try and never wavered just blew me away. Horses are so much more honest than we give them credit for.