Braids and Breeches: The Perfect Ride.

There were lots of great rides in Spirit’s 25 years, but this was the most perfect ride…

Spirit was something in the day- he and I agreed. He was fun to show, always a crisp and spontaneous ride. His confidence improved year by year, and still, every day was a brand new day.

That day, our first ride was a 4th level musical freestyle. We were at a beautiful facility in the pine-covered foothills of Colorado.

Our warm-up was going well when two women waved us over to the rail. They asked if my horse was a Lipizzaner. Spirit was still running that scam. “No, he is an Appaloosa.”  They fought me about it, insisting he was a half-Lipizzaner. “Nope, he is out of Nifty Sally- nothing but Appaloosa.”

You have to love a riding discipline that makes a no-name horse so dynamic and strong.

Disclaimer: My Dad passed away previously, and very recently my Mother had followed.  I was reeling from a sad divorce and still unpacked in my new home.  My boarding barn had sold and we were all scattering at the end of the month.  And my 19-year-old dog had just been euthanized. It was the beginning of a mid-life crisis of gargantuan proportions. A lesser woman would have stayed in bed.

We halted outside the arena and I signaled for my music. As it started, I remembered the last time I had heard it was when the vet came to my house to help my dog. I wanted brave music for his passing. Guess I didn’t think that through…

Take a breath and enter at the canter. X/halt/salute, time stills and… goosebumps.  Spirit felt wonderful. We were bold, the first movement was tempi changes. Spirit was forward and relaxed, the half-pass was smooth as skating on ice. My smile was so big that my lips stuck on the gums above my teeth. I felt beautiful.

Spirit just got better, and time slowed enough for us to share that awareness. We finished with an extended canter down the center-line, snout to nose with the judge and halt/salute.  As I dropped my reins, the tears started, quiet at first. Then the barking cry, you know the one. It involves gasping for air and choking on snot. Not the most elite exit, so it goes.

Spirit wasn’t a perfect horse, and a thinking rider is always a work in progress. But anything is possible- and that day, we had that ride.  I was walking very tall on the way back to the trailer. I wanted to scream I told you so!  Our first year together, I had a few unplanned dismounts from Spirit, with a couple of injuries. People didn’t hesitate to tell me to sell Spirit. Right to my face. More than once.

Now, for the perfect part: I haltered him and pulled his saddle.  As I walked around behind him- I caught a toe, I think.  But I didn’t fall really; it was more like I catapulted myself into the dirt. Launched into the earth, I hit with such velocity that people passing stopped to see if I was okay. When we stumble at 4th level, we have more forward and more collection, especially on the landing.

I couldn’t breathe, there was blood on my white breeches, I was looking up through Spirit’s tail. Did I buck myself off my feet? When I could focus, I rolled my head to look up at Spirit. He looked back at me with curious ears. He didn’t stop chewing.

Spirit was always happy to help humility find a balance with confidence.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, … we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way-” Charles Dickens.

We’re only human. It was a perfect day in a shared life. We didn’t know it was our last competitive ride. No one can tell the future.

Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.

(April is Spirit Month at the blog, 25 years deserves more than one post. This is #2 of 4.)

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Comment by Anna Blake on April 16, 2012 at 5:59am

Sorry, but I do like the requirement- because horses like them. I do some freestyle design in my training business and current technology really does help- Easier to cut yourself, and an mp3 and personal speakers make riding to music so much easier.  Hope you keep at it!

Comment by vickie lawson on April 16, 2012 at 4:01am

But I loved your story!!

Comment by vickie lawson on April 16, 2012 at 4:01am

In NZ, every 'club' holds a tournament with freestyles at all levels, and you need to ride the FS in order to be in contention for the sash. Personally- I hate them! So expensive to get a good one put together and so little practice for me as I need helpers to start/stop the CD..... so we never do the job I visualise!

Comment by Anna Blake on April 15, 2012 at 8:49pm

Vicki, thanks for asking, and crazy but I dont remember the score. Back then was just like now, few freestyles at shows (easy to get the blue when you are the only one in your division). I always wish more folks would ride freestyles!

Comment by vickie lawson on April 15, 2012 at 5:53pm

But .... how did you do in the free style?

Comment by Anna Blake on April 13, 2012 at 10:08pm

Thanks for commenting, we are lucky to have the old ones. They are the ones who get the credit for anything we do well.

Comment by MagsNMe on April 13, 2012 at 8:52pm

Very lovely. It makes me also remember that the big girl is 25 and we're very lucky to still have her and should cherish every moment.

Comment by Jackie Cochran on April 13, 2012 at 9:08am

Bless you for honoring your horse.

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