From Endurance to Dressage
What's There to Fear?
Be prepared for rambling. I am apologizing in advance. I have written a dozen posts in my head this week, but can't seem to get them into even one decently-written piece. So I am going to attempt it today, but it may well turn into a multi-day event (that's a nod to my endurance pals out there).
Before I start, the February issue of Dressage Today has the most brilliant article (pg. 44) that has inspired a lot of what I want to talk about. If you can get a copy, you really should check it out.
I want to tackle the fear concept first. I have ridden all my life and have never felt the kind of fear that I am dealing with right now. And when I say that I've ridden, I mean full-on gallops through fields, rain, knee deep rivers, desert sand, the Pacific Ocean's beaches, mountains, and so on. As a kid, the only rule relating to the horses was to be home by dark.
I had several very sturdy little mares that I rode bareback everywhere. I remember galloping along the shoulder of the two lane road that runs out of town. I was riding bareback, and the shoulder was lightly graveled and then dropped away into grass and weeds. A car pulled up next to us, and the driver leaned out of his window and yelled, 35 miles an hour! He gave a huge smile as I finally pulled up as he continued on the road toward the next town. Holy hell. No helmet, no saddle, and I was probably wearing either shorts, or rubber boots.
My teenage years were filled with wild shenanigans with the horses. My adult years have been no mellower. Montoya was hell on wheels. Most people simply wouldn't ride with me, and those who did felt sorry for me. She was that horrible. For the first several years that I owned her, getting on her was a feat in and of itself. I had to run and leap into the saddle because she couldn't stand still. Ever. For anything. With her, there was lots of fear, but it was fear of the trail. We rode ridiculously steep and treacherous trail that was sometimes mere inches in width. We rode in weather that most people wouldn't drive in. We forded swift and deep rivers. We rode for 24 hours at a time through pitch black forested trail that had drop offs. We encountered bears, rattlesnakes (which induced one of my rare falls from her back), yellow jacket swarms, and many other horse-eating obstacles.
My other endurance horses each had their own crazy buttons as well. And all of them have sent me to the ER for one reason or another. Montoya had a brain fart of some freakishly weird origin and kicked me from inside the trailer. She got me in the heart, arm, and eye. An EKG was necessary to ensure that my heart was functioning correctly. From the odd angle of my arm, the doctor was certain it was broken, but fortunately it was just swelling. My eye required tons of antibiotics as the cornea had been cut and there was some concern about vision loss. Mickey threw me just once (as I was breaking him), but it was bad enough that I sprained my pelvic bone. Who knew you could that? And of course Speedy G bashed in my head and separated my shoulder. He also kicked me so hard in the butt that it left a 6 inch circle that took several months to heal.
I know fear.
But, the fear I felt on the endurance trail was a completely different beast than what I am feeling now in the dressage arena, and I am not 100 percent sure why. I think it has something to do with the feeling of a lack of control. On the trail, which would seem like a situation where the rider has even less control, I felt that as long as I kept my horse pointed forward, I would be okay. I had a goal and was very clear in my mind what needed to get done. When Sydney bolts or rears, he really has no place to go. We're in an enclosed area. The ground is rock free. So what's the big deal? I really don't know.
Could it be that my goal is not as clearly defined as it was on the endurance trail? When you're doing 50 miles, the end goal is very clearly defined. Schooling in the arena is much more of a cerebral goal. I always stat with a plan, but it's certainly not as tangible as a finish line. Could it be his size? He's larger than any other horse I've owned. Could it be that I am just unsure of his breed? I know Arabians and how they think. The Thoroughbred personality is just different. Could it be that I am simply older and more fearful of hitting the ground?
All I can say is that I am NOT letting the fear get the better of me. And it's not because I like this horse so much that I can't stand to part with him. If he must go, then he goes. It has nothing to do with any sense of attachment. Instead, I know that if you let fear win, you're done. Just yesterday, Sydney gave a squeal, a head toss, and an I'm just getting warmed-up small rear. I quickly pulled his head to the side and worked him through the tantrum. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming GET OFF THIS HORSE! I almost did. But then I didn't. If nothing else, Sydney will help me become a much better rider.
There's more tomorrow ...
3/4/2012 01:45:25 am
Wow! 35 mph! You are a much braver woman than I!
3/4/2012 12:15:58 pm
Of course I was probably 16 or so ... many eons ago! :0)
3/4/2012 04:05:50 am
I really don't think it's so strange that you have fear when riding Sydney in the arena. It isn't that long ago that you were so injured by Speedy throwing you into the fence. I'm sure your logical self is trying to protect you from a similar injury from an even larger/stronger horse! Maybe you do need to work him from the ground and wear off some energy before your rides...It didn't do me any more good to tell you to be careful when you were riding as a teenager than it did for my Mom to tell me the same (I simply didn't tell her where I went or about any of the close calls we had). But I will say with each decade that goes by, we heal a little slower.....so, be careful! xo
3/4/2012 12:16:23 pm
Always careful! :0)
3/5/2012 06:31:06 am
3/5/2012 10:26:57 am
You are so right, Lori. I try very, very, hard to leave my baggage at the driveway so that my ponies get the best me possible. I am always interested in dressage titles - I'll check this one out, too.
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About the Writer and Rider
I am a lifelong rider.
I began endurance riding in 1996 where I ultimately completed five, one-day 100 mile races, the 200-mile Death Valley Encounter, and numerous other 50, 65, and 75 mile races. I began showing dressage in 2010.
Welcome to my dressage journey.
About Speedy G
Speedy went from endurance horse to dressage horse. After helping me earn a USDF Bronze medal in the summer of 2020, he is now semi-retired. Speedy is a 2004, 15'1 hand, purebred Arabian gelding. His Arabian Horse Registry name is G Ima Starr FA.
Izzy was started as a four-year old and then spent the next 18 months in pasture growing up. I bought him as a six-year old, and together, we are showing at the lower levels. He is a 2008, 16'3 hand warmblood gelding. His Rheinland Pfalz-saar International (RPSI) name is Imperioso.
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