Post by racaille on Jun 8, 2012 14:43:05 GMT
Went for a jumping lesson today. It was supposed to have been an individual lesson but I was joined by the Boy Wonder and a girl - I don't like the way the club does this but since the lessons are the same price I can't complain really except that the Boy Wonder makes me want to throw up (preferably all over him).
And it seemed that the YO has forgotten that P and I haven't jumped properly - apart from one mini lesson some months back - for three years. Our starter jumps looked HUGE
I don't know what I was thinking but I'd picked up my rando saddle rather than my GP and as the jumps went up and up I realised why you need shorter stirrups to jump. I really couldn't face changing the length of my very long rando stirrups so just blundered on, not at all elegant and it was bloody hard work actually.
Eric, of course, was wonderful after the initial surprise of 'proper' jumps in sequence. The first double took us by surprise and he took a huge leap each time, propelling me miles into the air and I felt so sorry for him when I thudded down onto his back.
But we got into a better rhythm and it started to get better. But I bottled out when the oxer went up to a metre, it was the spread more than the height that did it for me and I didn't want to overface the little lad. Who am I kidding? It was me who was weedy, not him. At 90cm it seemed comfortable but that extra notch just scared me to death
Not at all despondent though. Dear Eric didn't refuse anything and towards the end was doing some pretty jumps. I was less pretty but less untidy towards the end.
It was terribly hot and sticky and we were both dripping with sweat afterwards.
Fun! ;D
And it seemed that the YO has forgotten that P and I haven't jumped properly - apart from one mini lesson some months back - for three years. Our starter jumps looked HUGE
I don't know what I was thinking but I'd picked up my rando saddle rather than my GP and as the jumps went up and up I realised why you need shorter stirrups to jump. I really couldn't face changing the length of my very long rando stirrups so just blundered on, not at all elegant and it was bloody hard work actually.
Eric, of course, was wonderful after the initial surprise of 'proper' jumps in sequence. The first double took us by surprise and he took a huge leap each time, propelling me miles into the air and I felt so sorry for him when I thudded down onto his back.
But we got into a better rhythm and it started to get better. But I bottled out when the oxer went up to a metre, it was the spread more than the height that did it for me and I didn't want to overface the little lad. Who am I kidding? It was me who was weedy, not him. At 90cm it seemed comfortable but that extra notch just scared me to death
Not at all despondent though. Dear Eric didn't refuse anything and towards the end was doing some pretty jumps. I was less pretty but less untidy towards the end.
It was terribly hot and sticky and we were both dripping with sweat afterwards.Fun! ;D
and sure the teenager could maybe jump him if you decided not to (i wonder is that why she suggested it lol!! ;D )
) ready for it and today, as the teenager gets ready for it, I'm secretly glad as it is stoatingly hot already. So another day of lounging around in the shade for Eric!!!