I have recently started learning how to ride horses. Coming from Oklahoma, I am a bit shocked that I missed this crucial lesson growing up (that and not having to take any foreign language in high school - really?) Better late then never! Luck would have it that the most beautiful riding stable happens to be mere minutes away. Sometimes luck also throws an instructor that speaks english my way, too!
My lessons started a few weeks ago with me in bootcut jeans (best I could do) and my worn out Frye boots. I looked kind of idiotic, and certainly didn't exude any authority with my horse (Flair, who happens to be a complete diva in the horse stable community). However, just back from a trip to the ever-so-lovely Dallas, Texas - I am fully geared up and certainly look the part of horse enthusiast.
I think I rode a little bit better today. My boots certainly didn't slip out of the stirrups per usual. My helmet actually fit my head for once, and the spandex of my britches was a very welcome and comfortable surprise. Sorry Mr. Ralph Lauren, but spandex really does trump all-American denim when it comes to maneuvering your steed.
Lots to work on... big surprise: I am too nice to the horse. I need to find my horse voice and start using it! Must download horse voice finding books onto my kindle ASAP. In the meantime, someone working in the stables told me that Flair has a weakness for peppermint candies - so I will be loading up on those in a big way.
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