A lot has happened in the past year. At times I’ve thought that I just couldn’t do this. It’s frustrating, discouraging and disheartening.
And that’s just the trot!
Correction. That’s the walk. I still haven’t gotten him to trot!
I can’t believe this! I’ve reverted back to beginner level.
Why, why, why did she put me on Charlie?
Please trot. Please.
I hate schoolmasters!
“Most people don’t have this problem with Charlie. It’s you. You’re too tight today,” said my instructor. “Looks like I’ll have to chase you around.”
Ah, pearls of wisdom. It’s you. I know it’s me. Sigh. Now how do I fix it!
Uh-oh. Here she comes! (Trottt, trottttttt, trotttttttttttt)
Oh, the shame of it! (Hanging my head in shame.)
Someone please give me a paper bag.
I give up.
Was that a trot?
Yah! Let’s go!
Nope. I don’t think so. Nada. Not happening.
Sigh. It’s just not happening today. I give up. Sigh.
I give up. Sigh.
Hmm, I think I’m onto something here. My legs and fingers are relaxing when I sigh and say “I give up.” That’s allowing Charlie to move forward. Then when I start to think abut trotting and “Let’s go!” my legs start to grip and my fingers tighten. I’m telling him to stop not go! What’s wrong with me?
And that was an awesome lesson.