Speedy's not making my job easy. He's being so darn sensible and willing that our rides have become, dare I even suggest it?, pleasant. And right now, that is a very welcome respite.
The world hates teachers. Ask anyone. We're over-paid, under-worked, glorified babysitters. If only that were true. Every teacher I know has turned to the bottle to ease the frustrations of the day. September is one of our toughest months. So if Speedy wants to be the King of Boring, I have his tiara ready and waiting.
Those of you with green beans - raise your hand and repeat after me. In a few years, my green bean will be absolutely awesome like Speedy who used to be an incorrigible green bean. There. Now we all feel better.
I spent some time at the walk, something that I am doing more and more of lately. If my horse can't be supple at the walk, things aren't likely to miraculously improve at the trot.
We followed that up with a few trot lengthenings - I only hope he's ready to show those off when Chemaine comes at the end of the month. They're not fabulous, but at least there is now a difference between his working trot and his lengthened trot.
After that, I schooled the canter and the counter canter. And darn it if the little dude didn't just absolutely wow me. Again, take this all with a grain of salt. After 31 kids calling each other dicks, fake vomiting, raising their hands 1,000 times to ask about the directions that I JUST FINISHED GIVING, it wasn't that hard to impress me.
I focused on keeping my inside hip forward, but I expanded my focus to include a more relaxed core. I don't mean I turned into a sack of potatoes, but rather, I worked on going with the motion of the canter instead of being braced myself. Speedy got instantly softer and more balanced.
And as promised, I finished the counter canter by staying on the long side and did a change of lead through trot. And guess what? Easy peasy for the King of Boring!