We can't help clashing.
|Bad Idea Fairy Fashion Designs, Inc.|
Hana was already halfway tacked up with her old green gear when I discovered that her green-and-white bridle had gone home to Duana's to get run through the dishwasher. Which left me with the perfectly functional PINK AND ORANGE headstall. And a green saddle pad. And a rider bundled in a billion layers of purple and black polarfleece.
It was not pretty. But we took a lesson anyhow. Once Dory's eyes adjusted to the color glare, we got down to work.
|Hana's entire spine bends to the left, no matter which way we are moving|
Hana does NOT like to bend to the right. She's always been inclined this way, but we know that a chiro visit is needed now. With Duana's lessons, they mostly concentrate on improving the rider. When I ride Hana, it's okay to work on the horse a bit, especially at the trot. You cannot make me tired at the trot in an arena.
|Strong inner leg cue, supportive inner hand cue, horse resisting like crazy|
I had to really work to get her even to move straight-forward. With all the leg and hand support in the photo above, note that she is still bent to the outside.
|A different type of resistance, equally un-good.|
She tried to get me to choose: if I want her to bend in a "C" shape, she will need to hollow out her back and take teeny steps.
We kept working, moving back and forth between her "easy" direction
|See how nicely she bends this direction?|
and the "hard way." Finally, I was able to get her to move with rear-end impulsion and a good round back, without being hideously counter-bent. As I said before, chiro is definitely on the menu for Hana.
|Still lots of support, but she's actually able to DO IT now. Hard work for both of us!|
When she did it, we stopped. Then, we worked a bit on MY problem area:
|Canter = what I do worst.|
I realize that Hana has gone back to her bad form in the photo above, but at least I'm not curled up in the saddle like a pillbug. I can see about two dozen things in that picture that I need to fix, but my back is straight, my bum is in the saddle, and I'm looking up.
Progress <-- I'll take it.
After the lesson, as a reward for everyone:
A teeny tiny little trail ride under chilly but blue skies.
Life. Is. Good.