Wednesday, June 13, 2018

The OD 2018 and Some Endurance Musings, part 1

I've been quiet on the blog, not because I haven't been doing anything, but because I've been adjusting to a new reality.  I was all set to continue blogging at least occasionally in January, but something happened at work that was very stressful and disruptive.  I still haven't figured out how to write about it using words other than the four-letter kind, and because the situation so drastically impacted my daily life, it has been hard to write without discussing it. 

Basically, I now have a different work schedule that has resulted in me needing to commute to DC much more frequently than I used to.  The schedule was forced on me (and all of my other co-workers) without regard for the huge impact it would have on our lives, especially because the previous telework policy had been in place for over a decade and people have made decisions about where to live and buy houses because of it.  The schedule change was not due to a performance deficiency on my part or a change in my job that would require my presence in the office more often. 

Because we have a young child, my husband also had to change his schedule to make sure we could cover child care.  This means my husband gets home later on most days.  My time to ride has been negatively impacted, and we are now able to have dinner as a family only 3 days a week.  My husband and I are exhausted and struggling with the new schedule.  I have no expectation that the situation will ever improve (despite multiple legal actions which will probably fizzle into nothing or take until I am retired to resolve) and so we are doing the best we can.

One other issue is that when I discovered the need to change my schedule, I got very stressed.  As a part-time employee, the outcome for me was not immediately known, and there was a period of time when I seriously thought I would have to quit because I would be unable to afford full-time child care on a part-time salary.  The worst-case scenario did not come to pass, but I didn't know for sure for almost 2 months, which meant a lot of sleepless nights and worrying.  My health, which was not great to begin with, certainly suffered.

I became concerned that I might have a thyroid issue because I had so many symptoms of hypothyroidism.  However, testing indicated that my thyroid function was normal.  I've done my best over the past few months to try different eating strategies to see if my health will improve, and I've seen the occasional improvement as well as some weight loss.  But, the bulk of my symptoms remain.  Mostly I am exhausted all the time.  Chronic fatigue doesn't really fully describe the level of exhaustion, but it is probably the closest accepted phrase.

Anyway, I am hoping that over time, the diet change will help (I'm using many of the strategies from the Bulletproof Diet, but not all).  I'm still adapting to my new schedule and my husband's, and I think it will just take time for me to figure out how to manage all the things that I need to do.  I am definitely getting more sleep now than I used to and suffering from insomnia less, but I don't think I can erase over 5 years of not enough sleep with a few months of more sleep (but still never enough).

I don't have good answers right now about what is impacting my health, but if I do every figure it out, I will definitely write about it.  While I have been working on my health, I did continue to ride as much as I could, and Nimo and I did condition for the Foxcatcher 25 ride, which was held in April.  Unfortunately, we ended up not going because the forecast included rain and possibly snow (flashback to the misery of 2 years ago!).  As it turned out, the weather would really have been perfect for Nimo (cool and cloudy), but my daughter had been up vomiting all night with food poisoning two nights before I would have had to leave, and I was really in no position to be driving on the interstate hauling a horse, so it is probably a good thing I didn't go.

Instead I turned my attention to the OD.  I suspected that I wouldn't be able to compete because Nimo wouldn't have enough time to get fit (being fit for Foxcatcher and being fit for the OD are two completely different things and there was a clinic and a vacation and some other things in between), but a friend suggested we sign up to drag ride.  It totally seemed like a good idea at the time...

We didn't have nearly as much time mountain riding as I would have liked and for some reason, Mother Nature decided that for 3 weeks in May, it would rain almost every day.  That made it hard to get a lot of riding in, even at the barn during the week because it was either raining or the arena was a swamp.  I did my best, and I definitely rode in the rain multiple times, including the Sunday before the OD, when I tested my Muddy Creek duster for the first time in 2 years to see if it was still waterproof.  (It mostly was.)

And so it was, that on June 8, I headed out to the OD base camp for not one, but three rounds of drag riding.  The main plan was to drag ride for the first loop of the 100-mile distance on Saturday.  This loop is the same first loop as for the 25 and the 50, and I've ridden it twice before.  It's a tough loop that is 16 miles long and includes a 2-mile climb in the middle plus more rocks than on any trail I've ever seen.  But, I figured even if it was blindingly hot, we would be on the trail very early in the morning and likely done by 9 am, so heat would be less of a factor.  But then I got it in my head that it would be fun to also ride the last loop of the 100-mile distance.  It is the same as the last loop of the 50, so we could theoretically arrive on Friday by noon, check-in, vet-in, and ride the 6.5 mile, relatively easy, loop in the light.  And then we could ride it again on Sunday at about 4 am in the dark, but as it was getting lighter.  It would be a lot of miles for Nimo (almost 30), but I figured that spread out over three days and during times of the day that would be less likely to be hot, it would be fine.  Ahem.

And the whole plan got started without a hitch.  My daughter helped me give Nimo a full bath (including washing his mane and tail!) on the Wednesday before the ride.  Then on Thursday, I did my usual Target/grocery shopping run and got the truck loaded in the afternoon.  On Thursday night, I did a quick trim on all four feet so I could get Nimo's hoof boots on for the ride.  I also experimentally applied Hoof Armor on his hind feet for the first time. 

I hadn't told anyone because the OD requires hoof protection on all four feet, but I was planning on doing the 6.5 mile loops with front boots only.  I've ridden that section of trail before (it is a slightly shorter version of the last 9-mile loop of the 25-mile distance) and it is rocky, but not enough to justify the torture of putting hind boots on.  I'd been training Nimo completely barefoot over the rockiest trails I could find for months and months and he was completely sound barefoot over rocks.  I did plan to put four hoof boots on for the 16-mile loop on Saturday, but I was hoping no one would notice his bare hind feet for the shorter loops.  I added the Hoof Armor just in case.  I've had it sitting in my garage for months and have never really felt like I needed to try it because Nimo has been doing so well, but I figured what better time to try something new than the night before a ride?

My only two issues were that I didn't have the talc that is recommended for sprinkling on after application and I had a stiff bristled brush for cleaning the hooves before application, but it wasn't a wire-bristled brush.  I decided to wing it by using the chalk my husband uses to put on his hands for climbing instead of the talc.  I have no idea what is in the chalk, but I figured it could theoretically have talc in it.  And I scrubbed really hard with the brush I had.  The application itself went very smoothly once I figured out how to put the cartridge in the thing that looks kind of like a caulk gun.  I followed the directions and put a couple of lines of Hoof Armor sort of around the sole and frog and then used a latex gloved-hand to spread the stuff out as thinly as possible all over the sole and bottom of the frog.  The texture of the Hoof Armor was sort of tacky, making spreading it thinly a little challenging, but it only took a minute or so per hoof.  Then I sprinkled chalk on the hoof and let Nimo chill for a while and I braided his mane.  The directions recommended that the horse spend a couple of hours in a stall on bedding or in the pasture to allow the Hoof Armor to fully cure, so when I was done braiding, I just turned Nimo out into his field, which is part grass and part dirt.  Miraculously, it seemed mostly dry, so I hoped the curing process would work.

Then I washed out a few buckets and rinsed all the hoof boots I would be taking, loaded a bale of hay, and called it a night.

The next morning, I was up around 6:30 to pack the food that needed to be cold and load a few last-minute items.  I was headed to the barn a little before 8 and got Nimo loaded up in good time.  I was meeting a friend partway to the ride, so we could drive and park together, and we connected a little after 9:30.

The drive to the OD is not too long - about 2 hours from the barn, but it does involve merging from I-66 to I-81 and then driving on 81 for about 25 miles.  That merge and subsequent 25 miles are mostly terrifying.  The merge is terrifying because it is a left-hand merge and 81 is packed full of semi-trucks that are driving at approximately the speed of light.  81 is terrifying in general because of the speed of traffic and because it is always heavy, with practically bumper-to-bumper cars and trucks going 75-80 miles an hour.

We did survive both the merge and the 25 miles once again, possibly thanks to the endurance ride gods and also thanks to a semi-truck driver who did something unimaginable.  He was behind me as I merged and when a miraculous opening occurred for him to merge, he did so and then waited for me to merge in front of him before passing me and moving on ahead.  He effectively blocked the faster moving traffic so I had time to merge, and I am eternally grateful.  Normally, someone behind me would have sped up to block my merge so they wouldn't be inconvenienced for even a second by my slower speed.

The rest of the drive was uneventful, including the last few miles into camp, which include a steep grade and crazy winding road.  My truck is 14 years old now and I worry the transmission will fail at one of these climbs (we had meant to replace it this year, but the transmission on my husband's car failed first and we had to replace his car a few weeks ago, so no Nissan Titan XD for me for awhile...).  I'd had the transmission serviced a couple of weeks before the ride and the mechanic said it looked good, although we will need to make a couple of expensive repairs on non-transmission things later this summer.  It performed will on the steep grade and we made it to camp just after 11.

Parking was extremely tight because a huge area had to be closed to parking due to a recent 4-inch rainfall.  My friend and I shared what would normally be just one spot.  Luckily our horses like each other and we didn't mind the trailers being about 8 feet apart.  We were about as far away as we could be from the main tent and vetting area, but we were near other drag riders and we had good access to port-a-potties and a water tank with horse water.

We got our horses set up and then went looking for our drag rider coordinator to get checked in.  I also had a plan that I wanted to run by him regarding the logistics of our Friday ride.  As it turned out, we were not the only people who had volunteered to ride that short loop.  Normally, we wouldn't have four riders dragging such a short section of trail, but I had explained that I wanted to ride it during the day before we rode it on Sunday in the dark, and the coordinator had agreed with that plan.  However, that meant we needed transport for four horses to the Bird Haven vet check, which is where the loop would originate.  We would ride from Bird Haven to base camp.  There was no dedicated horse taxi for drag riders because no one had volunteered.  So that meant we had to rely on the horse ambulance to haul us.  Depending on medical situations for competitors, that might mean a challenge for getting all of us to Bird Haven.

So, my bright idea was to haul my friend's and my horse to the vet check and then find some volunteer to drive my rig back to camp.  That way, we wouldn't be inconveniencing an ambulance driver or causing a delay.  But I wanted to make sure that would be OK because parking is tight at Bird Haven, and I'd need to park my rig for a certain time before someone could bring it back.  This plan would also solve another issue, which is that we needed crew supplies at Bird Haven for Saturday's ride.  We would be riding from base camp to Bird Haven and the number of miles (16) as well as difficulty of the trail meant we would need to have hay, grain, and buckets for sponging our horses.  If I could haul the horses to the vet check on Friday, I could also bring our crew supplies, which would mean not having to haul them up there separately after we got back from our Friday loop.

As it turned out, the drag rider coordinator was competing and unavailable.  This left my friend and I in a bit of a quandary.  I wondered if we should bail on the Friday loop since there were two other riders already or just wing it.  We decided to wing it.  We walked to the registration area to see if we could get vet cards for the horses (drag horses need to vet in and vet out just like competitors).  Registration wasn't open yet because it was before 2.  But we needed to have the horses vetted in and ready to load on a trailer by about 3:30 to get to Bird Haven according to the schedule we'd been given.  And it was getting hotter and more humid by the minute, so we weren't excited about walking the half-mile back to our trailers, then doing it again in 45 minutes, then walking back to get the horses, and then walking back with the horses to the vetting area, then walking back to our trailers to get saddled, and then coming back to the vetting area for possible pick-up to Bird Haven.  So, we found the appropriate paperwork, checked ourselves in (including showing our up-to-date Coggins), and obtained vet cards.  (My friend is very resourceful!)

Then, we walked back to the trailers to get some lunch before bringing the horses to vet in.  Vetting didn't start until 2, so we waited until closer to 2:30 and then vetted in with no issues.  Shortly after arriving back at the trailers, we got the horses ready and reported to the horse ambulance area.  The other two drag riders were already there and they had gotten vests and radios.  We weren't sure how that was supposed to work and no one could tell us.  Also, there was no ambulance driver in sight.  We waited in the beating sun and stifling humidity for about 10 minutes before I possibly got a little irritated.

Please understand that I very much get that running a ride like the OD, where every single vet check is away from base camp (except the final ones) and there are multiple distances over multiple days (25 and 50 on Friday, 25 and 100 on Saturday, plus several ride 'n ties), is an almost impossible task.  I don't expect every thing to run smoothly.  But I did expect that there would be a way to interact with the drag rider coordinator, and I did expect that someone would be at the loading area to make sure riders got connected with trailers.

So, I decided to see if we could find the drag rider coordinator one more time (hopefully he was done with his competition) and if I couldn't, I planned to haul my self and my friend to Bird Haven and ride anyway.  (In hindsight, this was not a good plan, but sometimes when I am hot and irritated, I don't think very clearly.)  As it turned out, we met the coordinator on the walk back to his trailer/our trailers, and he agreed with my plan and also told us how we could get vests and radios.  I double-checked that I could drive my trailer through the end of camp where the vetting area and loading zone was (sometimes it is closed to allow for competitors to ride through) and the coordinator said I could.  So, we left our crew stuff at the loading zone and walked back to the coordinator's trailer where I picked up a radio and vests.  Then, we loaded the horses on to my trailer and we headed to the other end of camp to pick up our crew stuff and head to Bird Haven.

We loaded our things and then were told we could not go out that way.  (Insert grumpy face.)  So, I maneuvered the truck and trailer and got us turned around.  We drove to the other end of camp and as I proceeded up the steep incline to get on the road, I remembered I should have put the truck in four-wheel drive.  But I kept going and while the rear tires definitely had some trouble with traction, we did make it to the top and continued on to Bird Haven.

My next hurdle was to convince the volunteer guarding the entrance to the vet check area to let me in to park.  I could tell my request was really frustrating because I'm sure she'd been told emphatically not to let anyone park a horse trailer there no matter what.  I explained the situation as completely and respectfully as I could, and she finally agreed to let me in to park if I could find a spot in an out-of-the-way place.  Which I did because at least the parking gods were with me. 

Then we unloaded the horses and our crew supplies and headed in toward the vetting area (it was a bit of a walk).  As we were walking in, a trailer with the other drag riders arrived.  According to our schedule, we were about 30 minutes late (it was about 4:30 and we were supposed to be there just after 4).  I prayed the last riders hadn't gone out yet, so they wouldn't be too far ahead of us.

And this is where the really frustrating part of this experience begins.  Because of the heat and humidity, ride times were significantly slower, meaning that many riders were still out on the trail when we got there.  The vet check had a 30-minute hold and the closing time was 5:30.  That means that any rider coming in by 5:30 whose horse was judged to be fit to continue could go on and finish the ride.  It was 4:30.  That meant we could be waiting until 6:10 to go out (we are supposed to give riders about a 10-minute start, so we aren't pushing them).

Now, if we'd brought supplies to keep our horses entertained for that long and it wasn't a bazillion degrees outside and I wasn't sweating the equivalent of my own body weight every 5 minutes, waiting for over an hour and a half might not have been such a big deal.  However, Nimo quickly realized where he was and as the minutes wore on and he saw horse after horse leaving, he got more and more agitated.  My friend's horse was fine mentally, but in about 20 minutes, he had eaten most of the hay we'd brought for the following day.  Thankfully, I had more hay in my trailer, so I got some more to replenish our supplies.

I'd also lucked out because three volunteers needed a ride back to base camp after the vet check closed and one of them agreed to drive my truck and trailer back.

So supplies replenished and truck and trailer managed, I settled back to see if I could get my raging lunatic of a horse under control.  We must have made 50 laps around the crew area and all that accomplished was pissing me off.  I am a bit embarrassed to admit that after waiting for close to an hour, I lost my mind.  I was tired, hot, thirsty, and very stressed.  One of the other drag riders noticed and she convinced a volunteer to come over to take my horse and walk him for me while she talked me down off a ledge.  I was ready to give up and just go back to base camp.  But when she explained that she was frustrated too and that she and the other drag rider had to find a trailer to load their horses back on because they were freaking out at the long wait, I realized I wasn't in this situation by myself.  We were all struggling with unmet expectations and the heat and the humidity.  And somehow, just talking with her calmed me down.  She also pointed out that I could get some water and Gatorade at the volunteer aid station and having a break from being around my fractious horse helped too.

Finally, after Nimo started performing airs above the ground with his volunteer handler (she seemed completely unphased, so either she had experience with big, crazy horses or was too tired to care about her personal safety), I took him back and decided to get on.  I know that probably sounds like a crazy decision, but I knew once I got on, he would understand that we would be getting on the trail soon, and calm down.  And that's what happened.  Once he realized I was getting on, he dispensed with some of his crazier antics and settled for slowly pacing around the start area.

And luckily, the last rider was going out at 5:40.  We gave her a 5 minute head start, vowing to keep our distance and not get too close.  The other two drag riders would be leaving a few minutes behind us (one had a young horse recovering from an injury and wanted to go slow while I knew Nimo would be going pretty fast).

We headed out down the trail with two very fresh, excited horses.  Nimo was sort of ratable, though, and we walked for at least 100 feet before he asked to trot.  First, we trotted slowly, and then I gradually let him out.  As we hit the first hill of the loop, he broke into what might have been a gallop.  My first thought was, "I hope he doesn't buck me off in his exuberance" and my second thought was, "I hope I don't lose a hoof boot, because there is no way I'll be able to turn Nimo around to get it."  Fortunately, the short sprint up the hill resolved Nimo's energy issues and he settled into a 10-12 mph trot.  Also, both hoof boots stayed on.

We continued trotting for probably close to 3 miles when I decided we really needed to slow down.  Nimo was lathered from the humidity and anxiety and we still had two more rides to do.  Plus, we kept running up on the last rider, which I didn't like, so we slowed down to walk for a long while.

As we turned a corner, I was focused on following the blue/white ribbons on the right of the trail, when a group of 4-5 riders came trotting from the other direction.  Apparently, the trail was mismarked at that point and the riders had gone down the wrong section.  And it was the very section of trail that I'd been about to lead us onto.  There was clearly a blue/white ribbon marking it, but there were more blue/white ribbons going the other way too.  Definitely confusing.  (I didn't understand at the time exactly what trouble we'd have been in if we'd gone the wrong way - I'll explain later when I figured it out.)

I knew one of the ladies in the group was very experienced and trusted that she knew the right way.  We also radioed back to the other drag riders to let them know about the confusion.

We continued walking and trotting and aside from one near de-capitation due to a low-hanging branch, the rest of the ride was uneventful.  We finished the trail in one hour and 15 minutes, which was actually my target pace.  We'd been going much too fast during the first half of the trail, but slowing things down during the second half made our time more reasonable.

Both horses were dripping with sweat and thirsty, so we took them to the water trough area, where one of the volunteers who'd gone with my truck and trailer saw us.  She helped hold my friend's horse while my friend sponged and brought us sodas as we cooled the horses.  Now, Nimo was perfectly behaved and he stood like a statue while I sponged probably 15-20 gallons of water on him.  I'd left 2 buckets for us to use, knowing that we would need to sponge to cool them.  The horses drank a lot and Nimo kept trying to stick his whole head under water.  (He'd previously tried to climb into one of the horse water tanks located around camp, which is always a sign that he considers it to be too hot!)

We ended up waiting about 20 minutes before vetting in.  I wanted to make sure the last competitors to arrive were done before we went through and of course, I wanted to make sure the horses were pulsed down.  I could tell when Nimo was ready, maybe 15 minutes after we arrived.  His skin temperature dropped several degrees in a very short period of time (I had been feeling it every couple of minutes once I stopped sponging to see if I needed to start again.)

Nimo's heart rate when we vetted in was already at 48 bpm, so he was in good shape.  My friend's horse was closer to 60, I think, but both horses were overall in good shape and passed their vet checks.  Nimo did have quiet gut sounds in 2 quadrants, which is not that unusual for him, and I suspected the stress of the long wait before we rode had something to do with it because he seemed fine otherwise.

We decided to bring the truck over later to pick up our saddles and assorted crap from the crew area and started walking our horses back to the other end of camp.  My friend was a bit tired and having a cramp, so I took her horse so she could slow down and deal with the cramp.  Both horses walked like they hadn't even done a ride and I could barely keep up with them.  In fact, by the time I got them to the trailers, one of my legs had a cramp.  (Seriously, I wonder how I do this sometimes!).

I put both horses in their pens and then I reparked my truck and trailer.  The volunteer hadn't realized that we were doubling up on spaces and she'd parked my rig in what probably looked like a perfectly good empty spot right next to mine.  I had also told her not to worry about parking because I figured the last thing she needed after an exhausting day was to mess with parking.

I was unhooking my trailer, so I could take the truck to get our gear when I realized I'd forgotten to bring the wheel chock for my hitch.  Normally, that wouldn't have been a big deal for a short time, but when I started to jack the wheel of the hitch on the ground, it started sinking.  I decided that rather than cross my fingers and hope the whole thing didn't sink into the mud while I was picking up gear, I would just drag the trailer with me.

So I hauled down to the crew area and loaded up all of our stuff.  Then I maneuvered back to our parking spot and once again backed the trailer in (three cheers for me!).  I unloaded it and then worked on setting up my sleeping area.  I sleep in my trailer now, so I couldn't do anything until after we'd gotten back because I needed the trailer to haul the horses.  Meanwhile my friend had rested up and worked on putting dinner together.  It was a simple meal but one of the best I'd ever had (some kind of salad with vinaigrette dressing, avocado slices, and perfectly cooked shrimp).

We listened to the ride meeting on the loud speakers while we ate and rested and then I took Nimo for a short walk/grazing session and headed to bed a little after 9.  We had to be up at 4:15 the next morning to be ready to ride again...

Sunday, December 31, 2017

The Last Ride of the Year

For some reason, I got it in my head that I wanted to go for a trail ride on the last day of the year.  In this area, New Year's Day is a big riding day.  Lots of groups plan rides formally and informally, although the weather is always iffy on the first day of the year.  Sometimes it is beautiful and other years, not so much.  I have yet to make it to any of them, although I did go for a ride with a friend on New Year's Day this year. 

There was an informal one being planned for tomorrow that I thought I might try to attend, but all the cold weather we've been getting for the past week kind of shut it down.  But that was OK, because I was planning my New Year's Eve Day ride instead.  The friend who had agreed to ride with me remarked that Saturday (yesterday) might be the best day of this weekend in terms of temperature, but the forecast called for light snow.  I'm not super crazy about driving in snow in this area because there tend to be a lot of people on the road who are not comfortable driving in bad weather, and it always seems worse earlier in the season.  Either people start remembering how to drive or the realize it's not for them and get off the road.  I'm even less crazy about driving with a loaded trailer in snow, even if it isn't that much, just because I don't have the maneuverability of a vehicle not towing a trailer and one of the beings I love most is in the trailer.

So, I convinced my friend that Sunday (today) would be better.  When I checked the forecast, it said it would be sunny and 27 degrees, so I suggested we meet at noon to take full advantage of the "heat."  We would be riding at Sky Meadows State Park, which is a fairly easy drive for both of us, so if there was any leftover snow, we would be on roads much more likely to have been treated and/or plowed.

The day dawned cold and not really sunny.  But that was OK, I told myself.  I will get warmer and sunny as the day goes on.  By the time I left the house at 10 am, my truck thermometer read 18 degrees.

That's OK, I told myself.  By the time I get to Sky Meadows, it will be almost 10 degrees warmer.  It will feel lovely!

As I drove out to the barn, the temperature rose all the way up to 21 degrees.  See! I told myself.  It's already getting warmer.

I hooked up the trailer and loaded my saddle before heading out to collect Nimo from his field.  He'd seen me pull up to the barn with the trailer and he was watching me from the middle of the field with skepticism.  I walked toward him and I could almost see his thoughts.  He was convinced that I was up to some kind of shenanigans that he wanted no part of (it's too cold to ride!), but he knew I had the good treats in my pocket.  He was torn.  Walk away to try to convince me that we should not do whatever it is that I thought I wanted to do or come get the treats, which he knew were awesome.  In the end, he opted for the treats, although I could tell he was retaining his skepticism as we walked toward the trailer.

I loaded him without incident and then we were off.  I was imagining how great it would be to ride today and then spend tomorrow making chili and sugar cookies instead of freezing with whatever idiots were out riding.  Invading my happy thoughts, however, was the ever decreasing number on my truck's thermometer.  When we'd left the barn, it read 21 degrees.  Yet, somehow it was 20, and then 19, and then 18, and then (gasp!) 17 degrees!

But, the forecast said 27 and sunny, I thought.  And I really truly believed that somehow, the temperature would rise to 27 by the time I got to Sky Meadows.  But, alas, it did not.  That became abundantly clear to me the second I set foot outside my truck and was nearly blown away by the icy wind that could only have come all the way from North Dakota.  My friends and family there had kept me up-to-date on the tortuous winter they are having.  "It's -25 degrees!  And that's WITHOUT the wind chill!" they said.  Because everyone who lives in North Dakota knows that the temperature is only part of the story.  The wind blows constantly and often strongly in North Dakota and it very much affects the "feels like" temperature.

In Virginia, on the other hand, we rarely talk about wind chill unless there is a winter storm, because it just isn't that windy very often here.  Regrettably, today was not a normal day.  I didn't remember much wind when I was at the barn, but the parking lot of Sky Meadows felt like a wind tunnel.  The wind was strong and cold enough to take my breath away.

But did that stop me?  No.  No, it did not.  Because I was going for a ride.  I smiled at my friend who was making the "you are crazy" gesture at me and we both piled on layers and unloaded our horses.  I don't think I've ever saddled Nimo so fast.  I had put a blanket on him at the barn because I worry that even though he is fine without a blanket in colder temperatures, the wind blowing through my stock trailer when we're on the highway is too much.  I hadn't brushed the dirt of of him before throwing the blanket on, thinking that I would do it at Sky Meadows.  But with that wind coming at us, I decided the dirt could stay where it was, and somehow managed to get a saddle on.

Before we got on the trail, I realized I needed to do something for head protection.  I briefly contemplated riding without a helmet so I could keep my warm hat on, but thankfully I found another hat in the truck that was a little thinner and had the pieces that drop down over my ears.  A friend got it for me years ago, and it is really a goofy looking hat that I don't wear much, but it was perfect for today.  It was thin enough that I could remove one of the filler pieces from my helmet and put the helmet on over the hat.  Seriously, that spur of the moment invention is the Best Ever.  I will never ride in the winter any other way.  My ears were warm, my head was warm, and my neck was warm.

So with one section of my body not feeling the wind, we headed out on the trail.  One great thing about Sky Meadows is the diversity of the trails.  There are some in the woods that involve climbing a mountain and others out in fields that are more open.  We headed straight for the ones in the woods, hoping that being out of the wind would help ease the cold.  And it did.  Quite a bit actually.  I'm not going to say that I was toasty (except for my head and ears - seriously, you have got to try the hat with ear pieces under the helmet!), but I wasn't uncomfortable either.

On the way to the woods, we had to cross a small stream (like 10 feet across, maybe).  It was frozen in one section, but I could see the ice was really thin in another, so I knew Nimo's feet would easily go through the ice.  Nimo did not see things that way and was quite reluctant.  My friend's horse tends to be the braver of the two, so she asked him to cross.  He made it part way and then turned around and came back.  So my friend asked him again and this time he crossed.  Nimo followed but I could basically hear him saying, "I knew I should have just walked away.  No treats are worth this nonsense!"

My friend was a bit concerned about how the horses would do on the mountain.  There was maybe a half inch to an inch of snow still on the trail, but it was cold snow.  The kind that can squeak and scrunch when you step on it, plus there were rocks and leaves to help with traction.  I figured it would be OK, but if the horses slipped around too much, we could always ride on different trails.

The horses didn't really seem to have much of an issue with snow, although both seemed to be moving a bit more slowly and placing their feet more carefully (never a bad thing!).  And Nimo actually led most of the way up and down the mountain.  Normally my friend's horse likes to lead, but today he wanted to follow.  Normally Nimo prefers to follow, but he actually did a good job leading the way and wasn't balky or too slow.

View from the ridge trail
After coming down the mountain, we rode along a ridge trail and then we got to the fields.  Initially I had thought that we might do the mountain loop twice just to stay out of the wind, but my friend's horse did not seem that excited to be out and about (and Nimo wasn't as energetic as I would have expected either), so we decided to do a loop around the fields and call it a day.

And riding in the fields meant riding in the wind.  There is no way to sugar coat it.  It was really miserable.  And it was kind of funny because I was looking at the ever-darkening sky (sun? what sun?) and thought to myself that it looked like a snow sky.  And a minute or two later, little flurries started coming down, or rather blowing straight sideways.  The snow never got too thick.  It was more of the tiny, anemic snowflakes that happen when the air is so dry and cold that the flakes can't seem to get very big.  A North Dakota snow, if you will.

Soon we turned and the wind was coming from the side, which was marginally better than when we were riding straight into it.  And then we had to cross another creek.  Nimo was in the lead and he stopped in front of the creek (which he has crossed dozens of times without incident) and clearly believed it was the Gateway to Hell.  I urged him forward and explained that this one wasn't even frozen.  He remained unconvinced. Finally he consented to putting one foot in the water.  "Oh, OK.  It's not frozen.  But it could still be the Gateway to Hell."  I signed and encouraged him a little more and bit by bit, he picked his way across a creek that was maybe 6-8 feed across and about 2-3 inches deep.  (Spoiler alert, we did not end up in Hell.)

After the creek crossing, the horses perked up a bit, knowing that we were less than a mile from the trailers.  We asked if they wanted to trot, and Nimo was happy to, but my friend's horse just really didn't want to, so we didn't push it and walked back to the trailers with the wind at our backs for the last bit.  (In hindsight, I kind of wonder it it wasn't the cold air.  I had expected the horses to act a little fresh because of the cold, but they never did, and I'm thinking it might be because they didn't want to breathe in cold air.  I know there is debate about whether horses should be ridden in colder temperatures, and I have maintained that as long as you are careful and don't push them into really exerting themselves for long periods that it should be fine.  After all, they are outside in it all the time and walk and run and play without a problem.  But, maybe there is something to the idea that the cold air bothers their lungs.  It's definitely something I am going to pay attention to and I'm glad that all we did was walk.)

When we got to the trailers, it seemed like the wind was even worse, so we untacked and got blankets back on the horses as quickly as we could, which was kind of an exercise in futility for me.  I kept trying to throw the blanket over Nimo's back and it kept blowing back over me.  And once I got it on, the wind literally billowed under the blanket and puffed it out.  It was crazy!

Normally, my friend and I would have lunch after our ride and enjoy the view from a picnic table, but that was not happening today.  I had brought some soup in a thermos that I was anxious to sip while driving back to the barn, but before I could leave, I had to pick up some poop that Nimo had deposited as we were headed out on our ride.  No big deal, right?  I'll just use my handy-dandy manure fork to scoop it up and put it in the manure bucket I keep in the trailer for just such occurrences.  Yeah, well remember I said the temperature was 17 degrees?  It turns out that manure freezes to pavement in that temperature.  We'd been riding for about an hour and 45 minutes, so this stuff was STUCK to the ground.  I finally ended up kicking at it with my boots to dislodge the major chunks and at least get those cleaned up.  (I'm hoping the park rangers will understand that I did the best I could...)

Finally, I was able to settle my now frozen body into the truck and get the heater going.  I really had felt reasonably warm until we rode in the wind, but by the time I got in the truck, I had lost feeling in both feet, most of my thighs, and part of my fingers.  And I was chilled.  It took the hour back to the barn for me to have complete feeling in my fingers and thighs and it took another half hour to get from the barn to my house for my feet to feel normal again.  And that was with the heater running full blast and aimed at my feet and hands.

Anyway, I got my ride in on the last day of the year.  The weather definitely was not optimal, but it did allow me to test out my cold-weather riding gear and determine that down to 17 degrees (out of the wind), it is probably doing OK, but I could use a serious ramp up for higher winds/colder temps.  (I do have a little purchase coming next week that I think will be extremely useful for improving my cold weather riding happiness, so I'll share after I've had a chance to check it out...)  And now I need feel no guilt whatsoever about staying home tomorrow:)

Happy New Year everyone!

Saturday, December 30, 2017

These ears...

Several months ago, lytha remarked that she loved Nimo's ears and requested more pictures of them.  I have been thinking about it ever since, and finally got around to fulfilling her request this afternoon.  I'm not really sure how one goes about doing an ear photo shoot, but I gave it a shot:)

What are you doing all the way down there?
How do you like my ear profile?  (Also the piece of hay in my forelock?)
My tongue is even curter than my ears!
OK, one last profile shot and then I'm done!
Hey, check out how I can lick this gate! I should do this more often in the freezing cold weather!
The curvature to Friesian ears is typical for the breed, although I'm not sure why (Google and my horse library failed me), but if you love curved ears, check out these other breeds:

The Kathiawari from India.  Photo source:
The Marwari is also from India.  Photo source:

Friday, December 29, 2017

The Danger of Elitism

In a way, this post is a follow-up to this one that I wrote last year.  My previous post talked about how the cult mentality affects learning and can chill communication and even motivation for people new to the "cult."

Since then, I've been thinking a lot about how negative some of the stuff on Facebook is, but I think it goes beyond that.  I just couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was that seemed to cross disciplines and topics and demographics.  It wasn't only the cult mentality; there was something else too.

Well, today I think I may have had an epiphany about what the problem is.  Elitism.  (Please humor me if you already came to that conclusion and wondered why it took me so long or even if you disagree...)  It's a word that means, among other things, "consciousness of being or belonging to an elite."  Except that maybe people think they belong to something that is elite, when it really isn't.  For example, supporting a particular political party and the platform for which it stands is not being elite.  There are only two major ones and based on some very close elections, about half of the people who vote belong to one and half to the other.  There is nothing specific about either party that indicates it is better than the other.  (I'm very sorry if that offends you, but if it makes you feel better, I tend to be critical of both parties, less because of the beliefs many members have and more because of the way they go about trying to accomplish an agenda.)

Here's another example.  When I was in high school, there was no doubt in any of my teachers' minds that I was a special, smart student.  I mostly paid attention in class and when I didn't, they knew it was because I was bored out of my mind, and usually gave me a pass.  (Except in Geometry and that one time in German class...but I digress.)  I knew I was smart.  I hung out with a few other kids who were smart.  And we fancied ourselves as quite a bit above the masses because we were smart.  And not just smart, but we were "going places" (i.e. anywhere that wasn't North Dakota).  We didn't drink.  We didn't do drugs.  We didn't have indiscriminate sex.  We didn't go around breaking the law or cruising main street because we were too good to do those things.  We played games (not involving drinking) and read high level books and watched deep movies.  We were in Speech Team and Student Congress and we thought we were cooler for it.  

Looking back on those days, I cringe sometimes because of what an obnoxious know-it-all I must have been (Hermione Granger, anyone?).  Simply put, I thought I was better than everyone else except my closest friends.  Thankfully, life has thrown more than a few challenges my way, and I think I'm slowly getting over how awesome I thought I was (although I do still amaze myself sometimes with my brilliance, but then I put my keys in the fridge or my cell phone in the linen closet and reality strikes).

Or how about this?  Today I was lurking in one of the horse-related Facebook forums that I belong to, and I could not believe how many times I saw someone call a person who did not have the same level of commitment or knowledge stupid or dumb.  I chimed in to the conversation in what I hoped was a gentle way to redirect some of the negative comments, but it didn't work.  And I am so revolted.

I am revolted when anyone who doesn't believe the same thing (whether it is about the Hot Topics like abortion, gun control, racism, immigration, etc. or dressage, endurance, or horse care) is basically attacked because they ask a question or express an opinion that opposes someone else.  I've seen my friends write the most horrible things about Trump voters on Facebook and seen equally horrible things about Clinton supporters.  I've seen posts on keeping betta fish degenerate into name calling of the poor soul who dared ask if it was OK to keep the fish in a one-gallon bowl (it isn't, but that doesn't mean you go after the person with a verbal knife - you provide educational information and then walk away to let the person make their own decision because Facebook isn't a dictatorship).

At first all this polarization of issues and lack of consideration for other view points seemed like it was a product of poorly educated people.  Or maybe people who were just chronically sleep-deprived or over-worked or worried about whether they would have a job next year.  But today as I watched the conversation on the Facebook horse forum, I realized it was about elitism.  It is this idea that if you believe something, you are part of an elite group in society (even if half the country believes the same thing).  People who don't believe as you do are automatically and easily dismissed as stupid or intolerant or racist or bigoted, or whatever other name you can call someone because they don't belong to your group.  While I will acknowledge that there are some beliefs that are pretty horrible no matter how you look at them, the majority of beliefs are not.  Seriously.  This world would be a much better place if we could start with the assumption that the other person is not stupid and believes what they believe for a legitimate reason. 

But I don't think this sense of elitism stops with beliefs about political, religious, or social issues.  It has permeated our lives to the point where we believe if we keep our horses barefoot or ride in a hackamore (or a double bridle) or use a treeless saddle (or a treed saddle) or practice dressage or complete endurance rides or jump cross country that we are somehow better than other people who don't do those things or even people who do do those things but dare to ask a question that allows us to conclude they don't know as much as we do (regardless of our actual experience level).

I'm sure that I've been guilty of an elitist attitude more than just when I was in high school.  But now that I think I have a better understanding of what is going on, I am making a commitment to not only recognize it and work to eliminate it from my own communication but to try to gently bring awareness when I see it happening with someone else.  (I'm probably the last person who should be attempting diplomacy, so be prepared for a swath of offended people...possibly starting with this post...)

Because when I see the elitist attitude taking over a conversation (or comment thread), I see the chill it has on creative thought.  Some of the very things that are so entrenched in America today are things that were revolutionary and even scary at the time they originated.  I mean, we are a country founded by people who committed treason.  (According to a friend of mine who is actually a legitimate legal scholar, that is why a lot of things that you think might be treason really are not - it was a pretty sensitive issue at the time the Constitution was written!)

But elitism doesn't just chill creative thought.  It shuts down any kind of communication unless it is with people who purport to share your beliefs and ideas.  Because if I know all you are going to do is mock me or say bad things to or about me, I will never express my real thoughts around you.  And then you never get exposed to anything else.  And if you never have to question what you believe or thoughtfully defend your position, how can you be certain that your belief is really what you should be believing?  And maybe even worse, is it so critical for your own sense of self-worth that you must put someone else down because they haven't reached the same conclusion that you have?

Through this blog, I try to explore subjects that are difficult for me.  Over the time I have owned horses, I've had some pretty concrete beliefs about what was best for my horse.  As it turns out, I probably didn't know what I was thinking.  But if I still hold the belief today (e.g. horses should spend most of their time turned out and have constant access to hay or grass), then it is because I've spent some time questioning it and researching it before deciding to keep it.  And that belief and everything else is still on the table.  It has to be or I will not grow as a horse person.

Obviously, it is too much to ask that a person constantly questions everything all the time.  We'd all be lunatics if we couldn't form our belief system.  But I am advocating the idea that if you post something on Facebook or (God forbid!) have a live conversation with someone and that person asks you a question about what you are saying that leads you to believe they don't agree with you or know less than you do, imagine that as an opportunity to learn more about why you believe the way you do and why the other person might believe differently.  Even on issues like abortion and gun control (or blanketing and shoeing), there is room in the middle.  Not every issue must be black and white.  And not every question has an answer that is most certainly right or most certainly wrong.

When I look back on what I've been doing with Nimo since I started this blog, I can see that nothing happened the way I thought it would (I mean, if I can just have a 45 minute ride in the arena without a surprise, it's a miracle!).  But what I don't see are "right" and "wrong" choices.  They are just choices.  Sometimes I made a mistake, but even the mistakes aren't really wrong.  Mistakes happen because we aren't omniscient.  Making them doesn't mean we are stupid (nor does it give us the right to lecture everyone else because we "know" something is true).

And all of those choices and all of those mistakes are slowly leading me to the conclusion that the more I learn about horses, the less I really know.  There was a time when I think I actually did write that I would never put another bit in Nimo's mouth.  Now I put two of them in there as an experiment.  There was a time that I said I would never use a treeless saddle.  And now I ride in one exclusively (although I haven't sold my treed saddles because I might want to use them again).  If I had taken the bitless or the treeless step and then only hung out with or communicated with people who supported bitless or treeless riding, where would I be if I had an issue?  I would have frozen out my other options because of a belief that to-date does not have the scientific support needed to shut down riding with bits or treed saddles.  And while I don't think you have to have scientific proof obtained through a double-blind study and published in a peer-reviewed journal in order to believe something is true or even the best choice, I think that we need to be cautious about our conclusions when there isn't science available.  And we need to be cautious even when there is science available, because how many times has science overturned a previously-held conclusion?

But most importantly, we need to allow reasonably unconstrained debate and questions and disagreement on all sorts of issues.  We need to practice the way we disagree with someone and defend our view point so that we can better educate ourselves or maybe, just maybe, realize that we aren't that right after all.

And so it will be my continued goal to continue to question and debate and think and write about all sorts of horse-related issues here on my blog - and I may occasionally poke the bear on Facebook when it comes to other sorts of things:)

Thursday, December 28, 2017

The importance of planning

Over the years, I've tried an assortment of journals and planners, but I've never been able to find a system that works for me.  I use the planners intermittently or maybe for a few months, but then lose track.  This year, though, I was bound and determined to document my year in a planner.

I really liked the Happy Planner planners, but I felt like I wanted to customize a bit more.  Mostly, I wanted to add my own colors and washi tape to the pages as well as create a monthly place for a real scrapbook page.  So I used a Happy Planner cover that I already had, borrowed the format of the pages from the Happy Planner, designed my page in Photoshop, and printed A LOT of pages.  Then I had to buy huge (I think they are 3") rings to put the whole thing in.

And it worked.  There are still a few things in terms of pictures that I would like to add in, but I used that planner to write down what I did each day, create to-do lists that I mostly got done, put pictures and journaling in, store cards and letters from friends and family, and even create some art.  I love it!  It's so awesome to finally have a system that I can use.  I think it ended up working for me for three reasons:
  1. I really wanted to do it and made a commitment to doing it.
  2. I kept the planner out on the dining room table so I had constant access to it and it was always visible and accessible (except possibly during the great October explosion of scrapbooking).
  3. The format worked for me, especially because I could see my to-do list, check things off of it, and write down all the things I was accomplishing.  So at the end of the week, I could feel like I did get things done, even when it didn't feel like it sometimes.
Here are some snapshots of the planner:

This layout is my favorite from the year.

I used the Currently pages to put pictures for things that were sort of on-going during the month as well as stuff like what I watched and read and even little memes off of Facebook that spoke to me.
I used the monthly layouts to use some scrapbook paper that I liked and to write down appointments or major events.
As the year progressed, I found myself not just including photos, but also writing a bit of journaling to go with them.
This is a bit of "art" that I did with Gemma as part of homeschooling, and it didn't turn out half bad:)  I got the idea from one of Gina Rossi Armfield's books - either No Excuses Watercolor or No Excuses Art Journaling.
I used the weekly layout to keep track of my work schedule, errands, stuff I did.
This thing is HUGE!
What I did find, though, was that some things took time and didn't really give me a huge benefit.  I also wanted to be able to scrap, or at least better document more than one thing a month.  I played around with a bunch of ideas in my head, but when I found this journal on Etsy, I knew I would use it as my foundation.

I adore the "blood" spatters, the claw marks, and the medieval-looking binding.  And that it is leather.  And that it has 500 pages.
There are two issues with the journal that took some working around.  The pages are A5 size (which means about 5.5" wide by 8.5" tall), so they are smaller than the 7" by 9.25" pages that I came to love in my Happy Planner.  With only 500 pages made of regular printer paper, I had to think about how to manage space and how I would decorate it without getting too chunky.  I really wanted to be able to have one page for a picture/journaling each day, but I also wanted the planner aspect.  I toyed with trying to fit a daily planner layout plus space for a small photo on a single page, but I just wasn't feeling it, and there weren't enough pages to have a daily layout page plus a page for a photo.  Plus I thought I might miss the weekly layout that I had gotten used to.  But I knew the Currently page, the monthly scrapbook page, and the monthly layout from my current planner could go because they were more trouble than they were worth (although I do enjoy looking at them, they were often a challenge to create).

Eventually, I ended up coming up with a list of pages that I wanted to include at the beginning to help me better track things like all the animals I have to manage, my riding, fitness (yes, seriously!), weather (I'm a junkie), books I read, and movies I watch.  Then, I designed a weekly layout in Photoshop, and I calculated that I have enough pages for me to have one page a day for the year through the end of November.  That is not a problem because I'll do my December in a separate journal (a habit I started this year that I love).

So here is my new weekly layout:

I'll be printing these layouts on nice (but thin) paper and adding them to the journal.  To minimize bulk, I will actually cut out the blank page from the journal, but leave a half inch strip in the middle.  I'll use the strip to mount new pages to. 

And while I don't have all the individual pages for animals, movies, books, etc. done, they are all in the rough concept stage, so it shouldn't take me too long to put them together.  I do have the cover page done, though, and it makes me happy. 

I used some thin scrapbook paper from Michaels (Recollections brand that was on clearance) and inserted using the method I described above.  Then I used a stencil and a marker on a piece of burlap-type fabric to create the 2018, and I used a lined stamp from Studio Calico to give me a place to put my contact info in the event that I lose the journal.  I'm so looking forward to trying the new format in 2018!

Feel free to let me know if you have a favorite journal or planner, so I can check it out for next year!:)

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Blanketing and Equine Communication

It seems like every year at about this time, the controversy of "To Blanket or Not to Blanket" rears its head.  Advocates on either side staunchly defend their positions and sometimes the dialogue can get downright rude.  I'm a big fan of doing what is best for your horse based on his preferences rather than your own perceptions.  But I think that can be hard to determine for most horse people.  That is why I really liked this study, which taught horses clear communication symbols specifically for blanketing.  The researchers discovered that horses could communicate whether they wanted a blanket to be put on, taken off, or for there to be no change (in other words, if the blanket was on, it stayed on; if the blanket was off, it stayed off).

I really like this idea and I decided to try something with Nimo tonight when I went out to see him.  I have not taught him any communication symbols, but I am pretty familiar with his communication signals after over 14 years of seeing them!:)  In general, he does not like to wear a blanket, and he communicates his dislike by pinning his ears and doing the nose swing at me when I put it on.  However, he does always stand quietly for putting it on and taking if off, regardless of his opinion about the blanket itself.

Tonight, temperatures are dropping to 12 degrees, which is unusually cold for December in this area and definitely the coldest it has been so far this winter.  While I don't normally blanket Nimo in the winter, he still has remnants of the trace clip I gave him in October, so my tentative "rule" is to put a sheet on when the temperature is below 20 degrees.  I use a sheet instead of a blanket due to some past observations that he generates a pretty good amount of heat under just a sheet, so a blanket would probably be overkill.  And I picked 20 degrees because that is the coldest the temperature has been when I've been at the barn and have seen Nimo in his unblanketed state, so I know he's not shivering or hunched with cold at that temperature.  I may revise it downward later in the winter, but for now, that is my baseline.

When I went out to the barn tonight to put his sheet on, I decided that instead of bringing him in from his field and tying him up while I put the sheet on, I would try to put the sheet on in his field with no halter on.  Kind of my way of "asking" if he wants the sheet on.  He would be free to leave if he didn't want the sheet, and I fully expected to respect his wishes if he walked away.

I love how Nimo always greets me at the gate.  I know it's mostly because of the treats he gets, but it's still nice that I don't have to wander all over looking for him:)
He met me at the gate, as usual, and I gave him his usual treats.  I didn't save any in my pocket or give him anything out of the ordinary.  Then I carried the sheet into his field, stood next to him for a moment, and proceeded to haphazardly fling it over top of him (I try to do it gracefully, but it never works - it's always either wadded up at the withers or mostly hanging off of one side).  He stood still as a statue while I adjusted the sheet and fastened all the surcingles and snaps. 

Meanwhile, a fairly new horse in his herd was standing right behind him, very much in his space.  Particularly when I'm around, the new horse tends to get too close and appears to ignore Nimo's clear (even to me, a non-horse entity) signals to MOVE AWAY NOW.  So Nimo ends up chasing or making physical contact (more with his body than kicking or biting) to make his signals even clearer.

Normally, I would be really apprehensive in a situation like that, but Nimo has a perfect track record of never going after another horse when I'm in the middle or even nearby.  He is very careful to wait until I'm clear before he moves.  Still, I wasn't sure how it would play out because I didn't have a halter or lead rope on him, and I had to move around his whole body to get the sheet on.  I kept a close eye on both horses and was ready to move quickly if I needed to, and I also made sure I strategically fastened the sheet so that I did the neck, then the surcingles, and then the leg straps, so that if Nimo did end up moving, the sheet was less likely to get tangled up.

I decided to take Nimo's stillness and lack of response to the other too-close horse as his acceptance of the sheet for the night.  I should note too that the temperature was 28 degrees at the time, and Nimo did not necessarily know how cold it would be getting (although my sense is that animals who live outside do know when the weather is changing, at least to a certain degree).

Ideally, I could repeat this experiment several times during both similar and different circumstances to see if this was a case of Nimo behaving and doing what he normally would do in the barn because the act of blanketing has created a generalized response or if it is truly indicative of Nimo communicating that he wanted to wear the sheet (or at least didn't not want to wear it).  I have definitely "asked" him if he wanted to stay in the barn or be turned out when there is bad weather, and there have been a couple of times when he chose to stay in and others when he chose to go out.  (I ask by putting him in his stall for a few minutes with hay and then opening the door and literally asking if he wants to go out.  If he turns and stays in his stall, I assume he wants to stay in, but if he moves toward me and walks out willingly, I assume he wants to go out.)

It's an interesting idea to further explore and I'd love to hear if anyone else "asks" their horse before putting a blanket on!:)

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Gymnastic Tuesday

If you've been following my blog for a while, you may remember Gymnastic Sundays from a couple of years ago.  The instructor I was working with at the time offered these amazing cavaletti/ground pole lessons every Sunday during the winter months, and I was able to take quite a few of those lessons.  They were a ton of fun, in part because of the instructor's personality, in part because of how challenging they were, and in part because I watched Nimo's confidence really improve during the time that we did them.

Unfortunately, my current instructor does not do work over cavaletti because it isn't really part of the Science of Motion methodology, but the trainer that works out at the barn where I board Nimo does often set exercises up.  They are simpler than what I did with my last instructor, but still fun and Nimo will actually seek them out in the arena so he can go over the poles:)

The barn instructor is on break for the holiday, but before she left, she set up a cavaletti/ground pole pattern, along with a few jumps and a small dressage arena so her students could continue to work on their skills in between lessons.  I thought I would share the cavaletti pattern because I've had a ton of fun doing it with Nimo, and it's easy enough that even beginners can do it, but there is enough to it that more advanced horses could enjoy it as well.

Note: The x's denote cavaletti  and the straight lines are for ground poles.  But you could easily adjust the height to match your horse's capability.
The red and blue sets of poles are set at trot distance while the yellow poles are set for canter.  However, if your horse isn't up to cantering the yellow poles, you can still set them at canter distance and trot them (the horse will just do a stride of trot in between each set of two poles instead of the "bounce" effect you get if you canter them).  According to Ingrid and Reiner Klimke's Cavaletti book, trot distance is 4 feet 2 inches to 5 feet, while the canter distance is 11 feet.  However, depending on your horse's stride, you may need to adjust.  I've actually been able to trot Nimo over canter poles as if they were trot poles, which means instead of doing a stride in the middle of each set of poles, he did them in stride.  I'm not sure that every horse would be capable of that, but Nimo is big and trotting is really his thing.

Anyway, if you're like me and looking for ways to add variety to your schooling sessions this winter, this exercise hopefully gives you some ideas:)  Happy schooling!