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Admittedly, I felt as if I signed up for this test before my horse was thoroughly confirmed in the most difficult part of the test, the tempi changes. Ernst Agust, my 12yr Hanoverian gelding has had to suffer with me learning to train and ride changes a bit differently than I ever had before. It has taken chiropractic and Pilates to work through an issue in my left sacro-iliac joint that leaves me with a left leg entirely apart from the rest of my body. Patient and often persistent trainers have given me immeasurable help- thank you
Krisi Harrison,
Tracey Hill and Rachel Saavedra!! (A special thanks to
Laura Beeman for letting me use her coat since mine hasn't arrived yet)
However, I was always steadfastly against using an already trained horse to earn the status of FEI rider. I am more concerned with being a trainer and a rider rather than a rider alone. It took eight years to train my own horse to the level of FEI. There were a lot of road bumps that I never expected. Every time the goal seemed to be pulled further out of reach, I had to reflect again. Why did I want this? What does it take? Am I willing to do that? How important is this to me? Am I willing to make the sacrifices? When it came down to it, I was content to never reach the goal if it meant several things:
1. My horse would be happy in his job.
2. My horse would be a partner not a tool.
3. I didn't care about the score
4. I didn't care about the placing (I'm the anti-show rider in that I never care how I place! LOL)
5. At the end of the day I got more joy out of the process than the product.
In June, I knew these pieces were there. My horse most days happily and fantastically performed all the elements of the test. The tempis were our weak link, yet he had the rhythm, and the willingness along with the generosity to give them when I got my aids correct. I sent in the entry. I was bugged that we lost our harmony in the changes the week before the ride, but I went back to what we knew on the days leading up to the test while incorporating the new instructions from our lessons in a way that works for he and I with no agenda in my head about when or if it would come together.
Other than doing justice to my horse and the support of my family who has seen me through the years of sweat, tears, early mornings, late nights, and hours upon hours at the barn, I wasn't nervous at all when I mounted my horse. Our warm-up was simple, following my plan to work first in canter before we got too hot and sweaty then take the suppleness into a small amount of trot work just prior to going in. The trotwork is our shining star, so I do the minimum amount of it in my warm-ups. There was some confusion when we entered the ring with a training level rider being told to enter prior to me by the ring steward who had only five minutes before told me to go in after the horse that was then exiting. It took a few minutes to sort things out, which gave Ernie a chance to dose off into a nap. If he was one thing for the ride it was relaxed.
My biggest mistake is one I have made before. I didn't "fluff" my horse up enough. As a rider who likes to have everything feel very graceful, I tend to ride without enough power and punctuality. Thus, my horse was late or just a tad off on the synchronicity in a few of the changes. One would think I would have given my biggest effort to the movements that need the most support, but we had a flow I liked and kept. The rhythm of the ride never faltered. That particular aspect felt superb. Overall, I was extremely happy with how we performed the test. Where we should own high scores, we did. The result was a %61.8. It is not a score to set the world on fire, however it is one of the remaining 2 scores over 60 that I need to complete my USDF Silver Medal.... another lifetime goal. There are a few more chances to attempt to realize it this season.
Two things made me the happiest though when I finished my ride. My horse felt as proudly content as he looks in the picture below. And, I got to share the result of a lifetime of riding and eight years of training this horse with the love of my life, Robert. Now, I look forward to spending the rest of my life sharing with him the dreams and goals we hold as individuals and as a couple.
Photo: Robert Campuzano