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Yeah. Sigh.
That’s right. I’m a glutton for punishment.
Why? Because I chose to ride the wiggly horse.

What’s wrong with me!? (shaking head)
He’s afraid of his own shadow.
Oh, and beams of light.
And doors.
Most especially doors with beams of light.
Instructors too.
Especially if they’re near doors.

Okay, time to suck it up. After all I picked him.

Our entire ride consisted of refusals.
He refused to go anywhere near the far end of the indoor.
Nope. Not happening.
That’s where the scary door was waiting to trip him with it’s light beam.

Then he refused to go near the entrance.
My instructor was lurking there.
No, he’d much rather go backwards.
Preferably into the other horse.
Hmm, did I mention that the barn is through that door?
That should encourage him to go forward!
Ha! Yeah, right.

At one point my instructor most’ve moved. (Damn her.)
The horse scooted left.
I continued right.
Nearly sailing over his shoulder.
I was saved by my left calf.
Charley horse!

And that’s why we have to sit up.

To prevent falling off while our horses run away screaming like little girls.


What is it about horses and indoor riding that makes them spook?!
Is it the switch from hot to cold? Outside to inside? Bored? Frisky?

I really need to know!
Alright, I don’t need to know but I am curious.

Wait, I think I know what it is.
It’s the doors.


Silent sentinels waiting to spring into action and eat us.

Yep, that’s it.
That had to be what my horse was thinking when she spooked at the door.

Only this time, I knew what had caused her to spook. It was my instructor. She was moving something near the door as we trotted past. Or maybe it was the actual door?

Anyway, it must’ve sounded like a low, rumbling RAWR!
Oops, that was way too loud. I meant rawr.

Oh God! Here we go again!
But the horse barely moved. It was amazing.
I was right there with her. In a flash, I had started a one rein stop and I really sat down into her.
No, that’s not right. I really kneeled into my thighs and didn’t grip with my lower leg.
For a brief moment in time I had a dressage seat.

My instructor was ecstatic! According to her I had REALLY collected the horse by sitting so deeply into my thighs, er, I mean kneeling. Kneeling, kneeling. Her exact words were “If Mary Wanless saw that she’d kiss you!”

So, where’s my kiss?

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