KittyJay
Well-Known Member
I have neither the resources nor time for my own horse, so for me riding's a big mishmash of sharing, exercising, the odd lesson and friend's horses.
So being carted off with by an optimistically-advertised horse I've only just met is not an event out of the blue. If I haven't got the car to use, this is usually preceded and succeeded by a two hour journey of late buses, trains and two mile walks. I have been stuck in a train station in the middle of nowhere for an hour, in the pitch black. Sometimes I do two hours of chores in the wet just to exercise a riding school horse for fifteen minutes. I've been persuaded to ride a horse - broncing on the lunge - its owner wouldn't get on herself. I haven't had the chance to do some of the aspects of riding I always loved most for over a year.
Although I often can never answer the question "then why do I still do it?", I would never dream of giving it up. I'm going to university, so after October I probably won't ride at all for the best part of three years. Yet I'm still hooked. I can't put it in logical terms, but I know that I am inherently happy just to be riding at all, whatever the effort involved. Whatever happens, I'm itching to be outside and around horses, even when my confidence is in pieces (I'm not always the most confident rider) and it's pouring with rain. If I don't ride for a week or two I'm just dying to be back in the saddle. I'd love to have a horse of my own but I am sure all this experience and variety is doing good things for my riding, horse care and confidence.
I do sometimes wonder if I'm just persisting out of stubbornness rather than real desire to ride, but I think, perhaps, I just have the bug.
(Sorry it's such a long one, it's been going around in my head for a while! I'm not complaining, just trying to describe that weird love/hate thing I'm sure many of you are familiar with.)
So being carted off with by an optimistically-advertised horse I've only just met is not an event out of the blue. If I haven't got the car to use, this is usually preceded and succeeded by a two hour journey of late buses, trains and two mile walks. I have been stuck in a train station in the middle of nowhere for an hour, in the pitch black. Sometimes I do two hours of chores in the wet just to exercise a riding school horse for fifteen minutes. I've been persuaded to ride a horse - broncing on the lunge - its owner wouldn't get on herself. I haven't had the chance to do some of the aspects of riding I always loved most for over a year.
Although I often can never answer the question "then why do I still do it?", I would never dream of giving it up. I'm going to university, so after October I probably won't ride at all for the best part of three years. Yet I'm still hooked. I can't put it in logical terms, but I know that I am inherently happy just to be riding at all, whatever the effort involved. Whatever happens, I'm itching to be outside and around horses, even when my confidence is in pieces (I'm not always the most confident rider) and it's pouring with rain. If I don't ride for a week or two I'm just dying to be back in the saddle. I'd love to have a horse of my own but I am sure all this experience and variety is doing good things for my riding, horse care and confidence.
I do sometimes wonder if I'm just persisting out of stubbornness rather than real desire to ride, but I think, perhaps, I just have the bug.
(Sorry it's such a long one, it's been going around in my head for a while! I'm not complaining, just trying to describe that weird love/hate thing I'm sure many of you are familiar with.)