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Waning Gibbous 83 Percent of Full

If you don’t feel like exercising, just go do 12 minutes. Most of the time you’ll want to keep going — especially if it’s something fun like cycling, swimming, or dancing. But if you didn’t want to continue, you still got 12 minutes of whatever exercise, which is better than none at all. ~ Mom

The 12-Minute Rule

Last night I just knew I was too exhausted to horse around. Working on the computer all day is physically fatiguing in that horrible, dangerous, non-healthy way: it makes you not want to move, even though the only way to feel better is to get moving. It’s even more mentally fatiguing, as instead of a nice balance of mind/body/spirit, I am doing supertripledeluxe mind, a little bit of spirit, and only the bouncing and wiggling around on the ball as body. (And in fact, my fitness ball got a puncture today and deflated while I finished up an editing project, so now I’m sitting still, in a chair.)

I often don’t feel like going out to do horses in the evenings — something my nine-year-old self would never have believed. It’s been a rough few years anyway (understatement alert!) and combined with the fatigue and lethargy and various other things, I feel like I would not be “safe” attempting to do anything athletic with the ultimate prey animal.

Especially as I am not by nature in tune with horses.

What Makes a Horseman?

The excellent horsewomen I know all share certain characteristics. They are visual people. They are detail-oriented and methodical (not in a plodding or boring way, but in a “having a method” way). They like routine, having things their way, and when they move, they move with grace and no wasted motion. They do well with regular schedules. They are bossy, observant, calm to the point of coolness, and just a little bit detached, like they are listening to something the rest of us can’t hear.

These all seem like innate characteristics, honed by living and working in professional horse environments.

With horses, they know what harmony, fluidity, flexion, impulsion, partnership, and feel feel like. They recognize the subtlest signs of dominance, physical pain, or illness. They don’t get angry or frustrated or flustered by anything the horse does, and they know when to press and when to release.

Of all of these characteristics, the only ones that apply to me by nature are “bossy” and “having things their way.” (I am an oldest sister; these come with the territory.) I can feel feel enough to know that I’m on the tip of something huge, and through Parelli I have learned not to get angry or frustrated with my own horses, although I am still working being more phlegmatic with the dominant (obnoxious!) horses I handle when I cover the ranch shift.

I do get disappointed and I try to save that for when they can’t see me, as I do not ever want Rock or Salsa to feel that they have let me down. I am not disappointed in them.

Minutes Become Hours

Last night I wandered outside around 7:09, upholding my new pattern of designating weekdays from 7:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. as Horse Time Inviolate. Maybe I’ll just read up on horses or watch a training DVD, if it’s all I can do, but so far I’ve managed to get outside “just to look at them” each evening. “Just do 12 minutes.” And every time, it turns into play. Hours of it.

Salsa and I practiced Touch-It pattern (with porcupine and driving) and Friendly game. Rocky and I practiced traveling circles at the trot, the weave with a pole in the middle at the trot, and trotting touch-it with the wisps of leftover hay in the corner. He bonked himself fewer times in this LWYGAWYS (look where you’re going and watch your step) training, although still is not lifting his hind feet enough. I had George Strait on the speakers and before I knew it, almost two hours had passed, in a combination of playtime and free time.

Where Do We Go From Here

As Rocky and I approach our two-year anniversary still stuck in level 2 jail, I admit to myself that it’s not just my own slow development that keeps us here, it’s his physical issues. Arthritis, cuts, bruises, clogged eye ducts, bad shoeing, barefoot transition, thrush — we’ve had a run of all kinds of things that can make a horse lame and hurting without actually killing them. His “all of the sudden for no reason at all” cinchiness could be due to ulcers and I’m going to get something to treat that, just to see. Last time he began to hate being saddled, one week into Tagamet he was much less resistant: wouldn’t it be cool if it’s something so simple?

I can’t afford another horse and I don’t want another horse. I don’t want to give up on Rock as a riding partner either. Ironically, the kind of riding I most want to do suits his physique just fine: trail rides and not-terribly-demanding freestyle-dance routines and playdays and games. We can pick things with lots of long straight lines, wide turns, and mostly ambling. I have no need to go into dressage or hunter jumper or reining or any other demanding equine sport.

We’re down to just the two things, the recurring lameness in the right front (which has improved a lot since the Adequan but reappeared today) and the recent cinchiness.

If it turns out he can never be ridden again, well, I guess I’ll just get in even better shape, as we do all the normal things I want to do, but with me walking or running beside him.

I admit it makes me really sad and I can’t help thinking about the financial hemorrhage this has been, not just having a horse but all the vet work and medicines and trying this and trying that to help Rocky feel sound.  It’s not like Rock hurts on purpose! But it’s pretty expensive to be paying for all of that … and then to have to lease a horse for riding or to give up the dream of riding. Ironic, I suppose, given how scared I was for so long, and how exciting it was to have lots of things to do that didn’t involve riding.

However, it would be no fun at all to tell him “suck it up” and make him deal and ride him anyway. If he’s not enjoying himself and feeling good, I’m not going to enjoy myself or feel good either. I wouldn’t make Jedi go do something that he didn’t like or that caused him pain, so why would I do that with either horse?

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Energy and persistence conquer all things ~ Ben Franklin

Energy. Energy. Energy. Energy. Energy.

energystarI’ve got to learn to use my energy first. Then support it with the stick or rope if necessary. But if I don’t raise and lower my energy appropriately, how can the horse tell if I am playing friendly game or asking him to do something?

I am still adjusting to how to handle the tools with Salsa, and tonight as I worked on turning energy up and down, I realized I wasn’t sure how to “aim” — my belly button is taller than his back. But I tried to use my energy appropriately each time, and I think that’s why we had better communication tonight during our Touch-It pattern.

I also thought of a few ways to encourage his ideas first in hopes of causing my ideas to become his ideas.

When he evaded by lifting his nose and pointing it to the right, I used the stick and turned it into a driving game for the forehand (stick and energy aimed at zone 1), doing enough 360s for him to ask to stop and give me two eyes.

When he ate his cookie, I kept my bullhorn (belly button and energy) off of him, but as soon as he moved a foot, I drove or porcupined or led him away and began the course to the next item to touch.

When he nudged the ball after eating his cookie, I released and smiled and turned my eyes to the ball. He pushed it again, and again, but when he stopped looking at it and began sniffing around in the sand, I immediately started us toward the next item. It was usually (always?) his idea to move on to another target (obstacle with cookie) or  game (see evaded/360, above).

clefWhile I cannot claim that we were in harmony, we were at least in the same key this evening. I tried to be more clear about phases and intention, and he checked in with me more. My goal with touch-it is to practice friendly, porcupine, and driving in a positive way, so Salsa learns that following my cues leads to good things.

At the end, he offered each hoof for me to clean, without even a token resistance on the left hind, which has been his hardest one. What a good boy!

Rocky’s bloody ankle was stocked up today — that’s fancy horsespeak for “puffy” — so I brought him out to roll in the arena and then to hose his leg in cold water. He enjoys playing with the hose so we alternated between physical therapy and licking, slurping, and biting the water. It looked like he had another gouge but after I scrubbed the area it turned out it was just dirt. Hopefully he will feel better tomorrow, for a practice session before Wednesday’s lesson.

I filled in for the evening shift tonight and as I blog I realize that today I felt like a horsewoman. Yeah, I worked a full day of billable hours, but I also dealt with a horse wound, fed/watered/tied/medicined/supplemented/mucked/moved 15 horses and swept the barn, spent 45 to 60 minutes training a horse without him knowing he was being trained (simultaneously with him training me, of course!), and posted the ad for our working student position on the barn owner’s blog (http://www.equinepartnersinc.com).

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