Most. Uncomfortable. Gallop. Ever.
Below is what I thought, as Hudson blasted down the big arena’s long side in a jarring blur of pipe rail:
- Strange. I cued for a trot.
- This is dang uncomfortable. I know we’re at speed, but that shouldn’t…
- Why am I in the air?
- Why is my air time alternating with slamming into the saddle?
- This reminds me of something…almost have it….
- How weird is this? This feels just like riding the bull…
- I wonder why it feels like…Uh Oh…
Yes. I was that slow.
Seriously. It took the entire long side, many jolts into the air, and 4 or 5 savagely good leaps and pile drives for my brain to arrive here: Hudson was bucking.
I spent an embarrassing amount of time wondering why the saddle kept inexplicably disappearing, being annoyed Hudson wouldn’t stay on the bit (once Dressage Brain is activated, all other reality ceases to exist), and wondering how my equitation could just vanish. I mean, I was in the air at least half the time we were galloping?
Translation: I was too stupid to fall off.
In all the years I’ve ridden him, Hudson has never even kicked out in happiness, let alone bucked.
When I told Bella, she said: “What did you DO?!?”
BTW, this is the right response. I thought the same thing while still on board. Any other horse I’d look at multiple factors, and well, I would have known they were bucking. I did make sure he wasn’t in pain. That was my second thought after, “What did I DO?!?”
This is what I did:
I did not take into account The Bad Thing.
Hudson is going to tell you about it tomorrow…