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October 15, 2021 Riding Diary

This week, after about five years out of the saddle, I got back on the horse.

My emotions leading up to the lesson were high. Sometimes, I'd catch myself tearing up imagining what it would be like again. I felt like a kid again, bursting with pure energy.

Other times, I'd desperately wrack my brain for dusty memories. Did I remember how to tack up? What all did I need for a walk to canter transition? Often, I'd have small epiphanies and remember that I do know how to do this. It's just going to be a matter of unlocking my muscle memories and being open to teaching.

In the first grade, my mother made a terrible mistake. She signed me up for horseback riding lessons. Since my father was going to be traveling for several weekends and she worried I'd miss him, she sought a distraction. Previously, dancing tap and ballet only held...