Better late than never? But after our own exciting jumping achievement this morning (sometimes small, uneventful jumps are a really big deal!), I can finally get around to posting -
My Five Favourite Points Of Five Points HT (say it five times faster)
Because there really was a lot of fabulous outside of the unfortunate. In no particular order, as awesomeness levels are equivalent:
Watching the best at their best. The demonstration of adjustability & incredible skill to package your horse beneath you without losing that critical forward impulsion & power, well, it was not only stunning, but consistent.
Subtle yet huge: we all get our wrists slapped, no matter the discipline, for riding backwards. I was thrilled to see lines & horses moving FORWARD FORWARD FORWARD, even as shapes & strides changed.
Kim Severson. O.M.G. I want to ride like that. A young me knew I was watching something special every time she & Dan (legend Winsome Andante, above) thundered by us to win Rolex THREE times (in between Olympic medals, ha), but add 15 years of educating my eye...
Every time she came through, it was like watching the flow of silk. At a whole new pinnacle of her game, Kim's quiet body would offer just a breath of a suggestion through a soft shift of one hand. I had goosebumps watching a near-telepathic invitation to the horse that connected delicacy to power, as if saying, "Lovely creature, the next jump is just there, well done."
Being part of the community. Every time I volunteer, in any capacity, there's always this unique feeling, the knowledge that you are helping to create something bigger than yourself. And it's a community of sharing, teaching, helping, learning...yes, you can start singing "kummm-by-yaaaa" now, ha!
Seeing old friends, making new ones. So many wonderful connections built up over the years & events are often the only chance I get to enjoy them in person! And I don't think I've ever walked away without meeting a new one. And hopefully not weirding them out too much in the process, heh. Whether it's been a month or a year, the smiles, support, & stories never seem to wane.
It's just a bonus to get to share the experience with BFF, who has a fabulous eye & eats up the epicness as fast as I do!
I feel like I recognize that...
Inspiration to work on my own horse. We all get stuck. Spending a day watching 150 mini-lessons 15' in front of me sends me home with a flurry of tips & ideas I can't wait to try. It seems to remind my subconscious that, oh yeah, we used to do this fantastic thing, how about we get back to that??
What about you? Have you had the privilege to get free riding lessons from 10 pros at once volunteer recently? What was your favourite??
Saturday was packed full of things both wonderful &, er, somewhat less so.
Warning: many words follow, take your pee break now!!
*Photos can be clicked to embiggen. No, I have not mastered the 'selfie' & don't know why I appear compelled to hold phone 20' in the air*
Definitely not boring, a beautiful day for Preliminary/Intermediate/Advanced Cross-Country at Five Points Horse Trials, but I would've been ok with "slightly less eventful." (pun not intended)
I'm going to bet that quite a few folks would agree on the latter!
TD Bobby Stevenson briefs us
Volunteering is ALWAYS educational. I encourage everyone to never miss an opportunity to watch, listen & learn from a unique type of immersion you won't find anywhere else! When 150 riders attempt to answer the same jumping question(s) right in front of you, it's an invaluable way to see what works & what doesn't.
Although we always hope the "doesn't work" part is a simple run-out or refusal.
What Happened?!
Horses insist on being horses though, & no matter where, how well-prepared, well-designed, or even what discipline, for lack of a more concise summation, "shit happens."
If you were following online through our feed or Event Entries great scoring service, you already know that BFF & I had a busy morning jump judging at I fences 17 & 18A/B, a challenging accuracy & planning question on the Intermediate course:
I intend a follow-up post including the many fantastic rides we saw & a breakdown of our fences for each level. So I'm not going to delve into much detail here, but I want to share some of the parts that unfailingly remind me why I love eventing: the people.
THANK YOU - to the medical team. Nothing personal, but I generally dislike meeting you, especially so many of you, because that means gravity was not very nice to someone.
However, (& I'm still sleuthing out the department to name) all of you were calmly expedient, compassionate, on your A-game, & took over rider care like a well-oiled machine. I know first-hand that when you're the person on the ground, hearing kindness & confidence from your caregivers means everything.
JJ, why do I always look rabid?
THANK YOU - JJ, I can't say it enough. I know some of you out there have been lucky enough to work with radio control queen, JJ Johnson, as well, so you can corroborate that there is NO ONE you'd rather have on the headset when there may be 4-5 horses on course at 2-minute start intervals.
(Dutton, give me time to write down the previous rider's number before attempting to lap them! Kidding - but whatever is in that man's cereal, I obviously need some!)
With 3-5 channels in front of her, JJ still keeps everyone safe, connects officials to volunteers to EMTs to scorers, every time. And she can even do it with a smile. Amazing isn't a big enough word.
Miriam hooks us up!
THANK YOU - to Miriam, wonderful volunteer coordinator. That's one of, if not THE hardest jobs of all. This was the first time I've met her, but positive energy, lots of helpful information beforehand, & plenty of delicious lunches & snacks (frozen chocolate bars, omg, I think I love you!!) -- it's what keeps that priceless commodity, our volunteer corps, coming back!
THANK YOU - of course, to all my fellow volunteers!! It may not feel very glamourous to handle traffic crossings or write down rows of zeros (but we do love zeros) all day, but not a single event would exist without you.
CD Marc Donovan: "Don't wrinkle the shirt!"
It's cliche but true! You don't even have to be a horse person, you don't have to have any experience. If you can read & write & push buttons & have polite human interactions, you're 100% qualified. And did I mention my chicken salad was amazing, THANK YOU, whoever was lunch lady!!
THANK YOU - to our favourite course builder (we can't help it, he's hilarious AND mad talented), Tyson Rementer, and his crew, always on hand for spares & repairs.
I'm convinced that Tyson shares the ability to teleport with Boyd Martin, who I swear materialized out of thin air when our first rider fell (Seriously, it's uncanny how many times Boyd is present when things diverge from the plan! But THANK YOU, too, for never hesistating to jump in & help!).
I walk our Advanced line in possibly the most boring video ever:
I know I'm hyperfocused both when I ride & judge XC, but as I hit the ground next to the rider to keep her still & talking (screaming's ok too, you can't scream without breathing, just stay with me & scream in a manner that lets me know you're not going to pass out, that's better for both of us) until Medical arrived, all of a sudden, a very familiar Aussie voice chimed in right next to my ear: "Just be still, they'll be here right away, you'll be okay."
Speak of the devil: Boyd & Welcome Shadow own it
As I help EMT's figure out how to get her on the board without aggravating a hellaciously painful hip too much, there's Tyson too -- I'm telling you: teleportation superpowers.
There are, of course, MANY more, but I won't wear out your scroll button.
And How Are Our Riders?
Of the three falls at our I fence (A & P were nicely uneventful), Tiffini at 18B popped up quickly & her horse galloped back to stabling in fine form, so both appeared luckily none the worse for wear.
Happy photos: Doug Payne & Vandiver (5th, A) land with eyes on target
The other two did have the painful misfortune of their horse landing all or partly on top of them, but neither horse rotated & both horses hopped up sound & alert. Both have my heartfelt empathy for also having the nasty luck of landing on their hips, which frankly, hurts beyond the ability of the best cursing.
And I'm so sorry I had to make you lay on what hurt you most until Medical arrived, I was hurting right along with you, but no spinal injuries on my watch if I can help it!
Photos AND horses need compression; Doug gets it done!
As I shared in a brief update for Eventing Nation, just because all of us as fellow riders worry for our brothers & sisters, both Dana & Sara were talking to me & the EMTs & the lovely foam in their vests & helmets did its job perfectly.
They left in excellent hands to get the good drugs & a thorough check alongside some hopefully peripheral repairs. Hopefully both, along with Will Faudree, who suffered a solid whack at the fence after ours, will be on the mend quickly!!
And Vandiver jumps out of the Advanced line, textbook
And because I've been there, especially to Sara, who began asking me for details in the ambulance: adrenaline makes us blank out for a reason. To this day, I cannot remember what happened between the saddle & the ground on my Very Bad Day with Solo. There's an email link at the top right of my page, don't hesitate to use it if you have questions after you're feeling better!
Bests to everyone today, have a great ride, & do your best to keep the steel side down!
Seriously, both these coolers were in the volunteer tent, we all should have chosen from the bottom one!
That's right, I'm going to be taking names and, er, hopefully writing a lot of zeros!
BFF & I will be sporting TFS pride tomorrow (translation: I'm totally wearing my dorky awesome shirt), volunteering as jump judges at the Carolina Horse Park's pinnacle fall event.
Since, I know your life cannot possibly be complete without my random brain drool, it's easy to access in the right sidebar or from the social icons at the very tippy top of any page on our site.
It's been hard to write. It's been hard to ride. I'd guess all my fellow horse-bloggers understand the relationship between the two.
Added to the mayhem which is field season at work are repeated spins on the health care roulette wheel. Only I can't seem to get the ball to land in a winning slot. :/
We're still gathering data, but there is a glimpse of a silver lining, aka treatable things. Which would be fantastic, as I'd love to, you know, get back to living my life?
I have eked out some rides here & there. Last weekend, Encore challenged my commitment to "I Will" during a brief dressage school.
As we began a few figures in the 20 x 40, my horse was tuning me out & going llama. I got emotional: I got frustrated. Red flag that things were spiraling downhill.
Letting go: possible!
But then I let go.
I paused to breathe & regroup my scattered bits of focus. The trainer in my head firmly repeated, "Ride off your leg, let go of the death grip on your horse's face, BE PATIENT."
We rode centerline & diagonals & I focused on staying soft. I focused on supporting with my seat & core. And I waited.
Patience Is The Hardest Part
I just kept riding as correctly as possible & around the third or fourth repetition...I felt Encore start to trust. He was trusting forward & trusting that I would not suffocate the energy flow with my hand.
As we turned across each successive diagonal, I felt his trot lift & push from behind. And lo & behold, correct worked.
Seriously – a thing!!! Ok, the word “jump” may be a tad strong:
If it looks like a jump & jumps like a jump...
But creativity is a Team Flying Solo credo, so two barrels my neighbour wasn’t using & old seine poles from work we’d replaced = all manner of jump-like constructs.
It simultaneously seems like years ago & last week that we were arcing around 3’3” courses under David O.’s sharp eyes, but yesterday…yesterday, a whoop of triumph escaped my fool’s grin as Encore neatly popped over a single crossrail that I’d optimistically call 2’6”.
Because it WAS a triumph! Doubly so, because this post is a post! I know many of you have been thinking, “Hey, didn’t there used to be, like, stories on this blog?”
Yep. I’m trying to figure out where they went, too.
Every Day For The Win!
From its birth, We Are Flying Solo has been about embracing & celebrating what defines horsemanship, no matter what the discipline/breed/age: Baby Steps. And they absolutely still count even if you are walking in impressions you’ve made before!
I’ve worked very hard to accomplish the proud label of “Slowest Rehab Ever,” between Encore’s healing stifles (yeah, pretty sure those were wayyyyy faster than me) & my own bewildered feeling of being shaken up inside a dark paper bag for the past year. I was beginning to wonder if it was Over.
Despite a rocky moment, where Encore refused the fence twice (90% rider mental hesitation & cursed spot of doubt), the third time was the charm (out, out damned spot! *literature nerd moment of awesome*). And so were the two after that.
So when I dropped my stirrups & leaned down to wrap my arms around that generous horse’s neck, my murmur of, “Thank you, buddy!” consisted of everything in my heart. Gifts so often arise as moments. Moments shaped like hope.