01 August 2009 ~ 5 Comments

The other dream come true

After many long years, I have finally set up riding lessons again. I am so pleased and excited. I will be riding at Spicewood Farm, with Shari, and I am just so happy.

My first lesson will be an evaluation lesson, for 30 minutes and then after that I will be takingĀ  full hour lessons. Note to self: stock up on ice and Advil.

The plan is to start with lessons, then move toward shareboarding a horse, and then perhaps finally owning a horse of my own. I am naturally risk-averse, and I don’t want to get into something that we find we can’t afford, hence I’m not going to be riding for six months and then try to find a horse to buy right away. But shareboarding, in which I would take on half the costs of a horse’s care, is most likely doable.

Oh, the things I must do to get ready! A new helmet, because although my old one is Pony Club approved, it is old and it’s like a bike helmet — it’s brain protection and I shouldn’t skimp. I may go ahead and buy breeches, because jeans aren’t as comfortable. I do have gloves somewhere, and will need those to prevent blisters (also, to improve hand position and keeping the reins the right length).

I am so happy and excited! Woo-hoo!

Riding again after so many years. English riding (sorry Western fans, it’s just that there’s so much saddle — it gets in the way).

5 Responses to “The other dream come true”

  1. J, Cheney 2 August 2009 at 1:49 pm Permalink

    Do you know, I’ve never ridden English….ever…

    Sounds great!

  2. Patrice Sarath 2 August 2009 at 6:20 pm Permalink

    It mostly depends on what part of the country you start out in, I think. I grew up in Connecticut, and there weren’t many people who rode Western. Ooh, except for this one guy. Mr. Katz. A bigwig in my town. Very wealthy, loved horses, and got elected constable one year. He really took to the job. So he was known for wearing a sheepskin coat and a Stetson. The newspaper nicknamed him The Urbane Cowboy.

  3. J, Cheney 3 August 2009 at 3:56 pm Permalink

    Well, at least he wasn’t Naked.

    Being Texas born and bred, western was the first thing my rump ended up on. I’ve sat on a side-saddle, but never ridden one….like to try that too, someday.

  4. Patrice Sarath 3 August 2009 at 8:12 pm Permalink

    Ooh, sidesaddle. Can you imagine — they used to jump cross-country on those things?! Those were some tough women. Or crazy.

  5. J, Cheney 4 August 2009 at 12:15 pm Permalink

    I know! I had a friend who rode…I don’t know if there’s a special name for it….with a Mexican horsemanship group, so they dressed in the most amazing costumes and did parades, etc. It was very cool.

    Cannot imagine hunting on one of those.


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