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| Who, me?? |
What stories to tell?
How about when Solo decided to exit his stall, sans halter, sans me, Friday night & trot briskly out of the barn, across the parking lot, bent on adventure until someone saw him in their rearview mirror & leaped out of their truck to head him off? He loves to embarrass me.
How about when I slammed my fingers in the stall door because I wasn't paying attention? Eh, those are the boring stories... ;-P
The Rundown
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| Sexy beast |
The dressage went well. Three days off prior to a competition appears to be the golden ticket. Solo came out of the stall fresh & ready to roll. Ok, a little TOO fresh, hence his extended trot, oh wait, that was a canter. Oops.
But he stayed soft through all the canter work & I was pleased. I thought our 38 was a very fair score & if we stop blowing through a downward transition or two & actually DO the extended trot (
which he CAN do nicely!) then I see good things in the future.
The cross country course felt really big the first time I walked it. Although David informed me yesterday that it was actually a bit small for Training. Ha. But after I walked it a second time, I felt good about it. Ready.
5...4...3...2...1...
My hands shook as I buckled on Solo's jumping bridle, but R gave us our important last minute reminder tips & off we went. Warmup was GREAT & Solo cleared the biggest oxer I think we have ever jumped in beautiful style. We came out of the startbox gangbusters & tackled it.
Solo was a bit backed off by the jump size but he gamely leaped his way through the BIG rolltops, coops, & logs. He navigated the huge steeplechase jumps with ease & after we cleared the stiff combination at 12, I thought we were golden.
But it was hotttt & as we galloped up the hill to 16, I realized I wasn't hydrated enough & my legs suddenly were non-responsive.
Brain: "
Squeeze, legs, squeeze!"
Legs: "
Zzzzzzzzzz..."
Brain: "
LEGS! WE NEED YOU TO OPERATE! COME IN, LEGS!"
Legs: "
Lalalala, not listening...."
Uh Oh
So when Solo stopped at 16, I knew we had a fitness issue. He was a bit tired & needed more leg support & I didn't have that to give. Dammit. Bad, bad me. I heard Brian O'Connor's voice announcing our refusal & my heart sank.
We cleared the gate on try two & hit the water. But water is a BIG impulsion sucker & I knew the flag table at 17 would get the hairy eyeball. I tried to squeeze with everything I had but there were only about two or three strides after the water to get it & it didn't happen.
Finish It
We gave the table a second go through the water & it didn't happen then either.
Oh god, I'm tired, maybe, I should just retire, I thought.
No f@cking way, I snapped back,
we don't get to come back & school this, we are DOING it. So the third time I approached the flag, I hugged the dry edge of the water & curved at the last minute to the jump -- & he cleared it!
Two jumps left -- a big open ditch & a smaller table. I ran downhill towards the ditch, making sure Solo had no option but to DO it. He did it HUGE & I popped up & landed with one stirrup.
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| NAUGHTY tired me is tipping forward. BAD BAD BAD! |
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| Yes, that crazy landing again. |
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| I am braced on his neck, pushing myself back into the saddle. One more jump, one more jump... |
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| Get that stirrup back & ride on girl! |
We finished it!
Check out the helmet cam!
We have some conditioning to do! I used Jimmy Wofford's conditioning sets & had Solo at his Training sets, but that was not enough for the big hills of Virginia. Perhaps Mr. Shiny Chunks needs to be doing Prelim sets...
And Then There Was Stadium
On the outside of my packet, my stadium time was 11:52 on Sunday. Always trust your packet, right? I pulled into the barn about 8:30 to feed Solo. R was sitting there in his t-shirt.
Hey, man, weren't you supposed to show jump at 8:20?
"They changed my division times," he says. "I don't go till 10:30. But you might be really nervous right now."
Huh? Why?
"Check the time sheets."
I flip madly through the ten page list of competitors. OMG, they changed my ride time to 9:06. WTF? I must have looked at that page six times yesterday, but had not noticed. One is generally on information overload at these things.
I now have 20 minutes to get Solo from stall to ingate. He doesn't even get to finish his breakfast before the bridle goes on & we have to trot to the warm up. The warmup ring is EMPTY. Everyone else was caught out by this too.
I am not happy; if the packet stuffers had time to stuff the updated time list in there, they had time to sharpie on the outside of the packet that times were changed. Most eventers I know ALWAYS go by the times listed on the outside of the packet. Not. Cool.
R helps us warm up & Solo jumps ok, but he's not completely up in front of my leg. I can feel him going
hey, I'm still chewing my breakfast, wtf is happening here?
I should have retired then.
But I wanted to give it a go so we walked through the chute & into the coliseum. We cantered in as Brian O. announced our score from yesterday sitting at a whopping 140-something, which I had to laugh at. We jumped the first jump, but it wasn't beautiful.
The second jump had been riding very poorly all weekend; pulled rails, crashes, it was nasty & horses didn't like it. I gave Solo the widest turn I could through the rollback to the short side so he had as much time as possible to see the thing (
you only got about three strides to approach).
Twenty minutes is not enough for my horse after standing in a stall all night. He hadn't enough time to stretch out his legs & back. And he said,
I'm sorry, mom, I just can't do this. And he stopped & backed & turned.
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| Last mounted moment as Solo backs out from under me |
Eventer Down
It wasn't a hard fall, I just slid sideways over his shoulder. I don't remember exactly how I hit, I only know I ended up on my knees, holding one rein. I let go & stood up. Poor Solo's eyes were bugged out of his head, but he stood & waited for me & we walked out.
Our upper-level friend said I rode it right, Solo just wasn't there. It was really an unfair situation for him & I don't hold the stop against him at all.
At the time, I felt fine. Once the adrenaline wore off, the leg ached a bit, but it was the four hours in the truck home that told the real story. When we got back to the farm, the pain was very real. But I hobbled around & got Solo set free in his pasture & went home to mull it all over.
I must have landed on the knee & twisted the leg wrong at some point. The orthopedist reckons it's either a bone bruise, a meniscus tear or both. But with luck, a couple weeks will heal it. So keep your fingers crossed that I can have a wee bit of luck this year! (
Edited to add much later: I didn't. It wasn't.)
Am I disappointed? Of course. I thought we might have some time XC but I had hoped & believed we could get around clear. I remain proud of Solo's efforts & proud of our dressage & XC completion. We have a development plan for summer & maybe we'll try to move up again this fall.
Until then...anyone know how to get fitter without running or biking (
body won't allow)? Preferably while lying down?
