I'll admit, I had a pretty hard time getting pumped up this winter for the upcoming Eventing year.
I was bummed about my performances at Galway, not seeing my name on the Developing Riders list and also about the Rebecca Farm Grant, although Sharon certainly deserved to win it. No sour grapes here, just reaching the point that I am sure every top level rider has been in, hell, every rider in general. Like you are beating your head against a wall, doing everything you can to be as successful as you can, only to be overlooked. All of this coupled with the stress of the holidays, well, I was in a pretty dark place.
I took it day by day and realized that if you focus on the big picture too long it's easy to get discouraged. I really needed to get back to what has made me successful in the first place, focusing on the resources I have and making them work for me. It's easy to get caught up in what you don't have, when instead you should be focusing on what you do have. Focus on the little things that make a big impact. I have a great team here that works so hard for me. My groom Lindsay is the best around, she works tirelessly and loves my horses. She takes care of them like her own. Now my friends are down here for the winter, Jill Mooney is here at my place with her lovely horses. She doesn't know it, but she pushes me every day to keep going. My vets and farrier are all looking forward to making sure Donald and Hewie stay in fine form for their big goals this spring. My friends in Maryland are constantly sending love and cheers which makes me want to keep pushing. My family was here over the holidays, they're convinced this will be my best year ever, I will do my best not to dissapoint them. Most importantly, I have two wonderful, sound upper level horses that love their jobs.
Donald and Hewie started back into work after Christmas, and now I'm pumped. They picked up right where they left off last year. They're going so well. They feel fit, strong and ready for action. Okay, Hewie looks a bit fat. So far they have had 2 light jump schools. They've been spot on. I will try to set up a lesson wiht Jon next week so he can point me in the right direction before their first horse trials. Hewie will run the OI at Rocking Horse and and the OI at Ocala before contesting his first Advanced at Rocking Horse II. Donald will keep training at home until he has a canter around Ocala OI, then he will join his little brother in the Advanced at Rocking Horse. From there Donald will go to Red Hills. I will see how Hewie handles his first Advanced and he will let me know what he is ready to do.
See you out there!
Katie, Donald and Hewie
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Wayfaring in the Wild, Wild West
Greetings all... it's the Wednesday after Galway and I am still en route to home from my crazy trip to the wild west! Crazy was the word to describe it all week... every single person who heard that I drove had just one thing to say... "Seriously??". Yes.. seriously.
I can't complain, life on the road has been exponentially easier since I was able to take Joe's big LQ trailer. Having Kate Harris as my groom has been a godsend and she takes top notch care of the horses so that has been one less worry for me. We also brought along our personal driver/bodyguard/disc jockey... Adrian!
What a time we had in California. It started off a bit like vacation since we arrived so early. We went to some of the local vineyards and bought up some great wine. We went downtown to some restauraunts which was a real treat. Temecula is a very cool city and it was great to be at a horse show that was close to so many amenities.
Robert Kellerhouse, the organizer, totally gave us the hookup! Literally! We forgot our generator... and I'm too stingy to pay $250 for a weeks worth of electricity. So he found us a spot where we could plug in and we had a super posh place to park our rig for the week. Except for the possessed awning constantly trying to kill us, we had a sweet set up.
By now everyone has seen the results for the event and I have mixed feelings about my performance. I am still learning how to prepare these horses for their major competitions and I haven't been able to receive the lessons and coaching this fall that I am used to. I figured since Hewie will be moving up to Advanced next year I would go ahead and put him on the same fitness program as Donald. I think that may have been a mistake! I could barely hang on to the horse all weekend! He certainly won the warmup for dressage, until someone started a kubota! He lost his cool, and the $1,000 horse came out. I was proud of him for managing to get it together in the ring as he was literally spinning before he entered, but I had high hopes for him to win the event. He certainly has the capability, some times he just loses his head. Donald put in a lovely test despite the mud and muck in the 3* arena. It was a shame that we had to follow Buck and Reggie for obvious reasons! Although dissapointed in the score, I was thrilled with how rideable and relaxed Donald was and I think he is at a point in his dressage that is the perfect platform to build upon for next year. He will be ready for some big scores in the spring.
Out walking, my gag reflex started at about fence 5. Ian really put in some massive upgrades to the course and it was tricky.. very tricky. Extremely big, gallopy and ditches everywhere. I didn't actually start to feel good about the course until I was riding it. I was again dissapointed in Hewie on Saturday, he was feeling a bit too good I think and jumped us into trouble at the angled ditch and brushes which were early on in the course. He was really getting some air time over the fences and I just couldn't convince him to jump more conservatively. It made it difficult for me to keep him on his lines. He also spooked about mid-way through the course and spent an entire minute spinning in the arena. How embarassing. When he crossed the finish line, I finally felt he was relaxed enough to jump the course properly, and I wish I could have just cantered out and done it all again! He was barely sweating in the D-Box. I was pretty irritated at him, good thing he has the cutest smushy face, it is impossible to stay mad at him.
Donald smoked around the 3* track and exceeded all my expectations. It was the best cross country round I have ever had on him. Fit and full of running to the end, we took all the direct lines and came in a comfortable 10 seconds under time. Even though neither horse has had an injury, they both looked sounder than ever before on the Sunday morning at a CCI. I think both Hewie and Donald are really benefitting from my fitness program and the wonderful Florida footing.
They tried their bests on Sunday in the showjumping but both horses found the footing in the arena a bit difficult. Donald added just 1 rail to his dressage score to finish the CCI3* in 12th. I am so tickled with him and it is almost hard for me to give him his necessary time off now, I want to keep working on them both!
They are on holiday now and will be for the next month or so. They had a huge year and deserve a rest. Although I am not thrilled with my performance at Galway, it is so comforting to be bringing home two sound, healthy and happy horses and for now all my plans for next year are still in tact. In the end the real success is to keep a happy horse and now during the holidays I will have the pleasure of watching them graze in their field together after a job well done this year.
Until next year,
Katie, Hewie and Donald
I can't complain, life on the road has been exponentially easier since I was able to take Joe's big LQ trailer. Having Kate Harris as my groom has been a godsend and she takes top notch care of the horses so that has been one less worry for me. We also brought along our personal driver/bodyguard/disc jockey... Adrian!
What a time we had in California. It started off a bit like vacation since we arrived so early. We went to some of the local vineyards and bought up some great wine. We went downtown to some restauraunts which was a real treat. Temecula is a very cool city and it was great to be at a horse show that was close to so many amenities.
Robert Kellerhouse, the organizer, totally gave us the hookup! Literally! We forgot our generator... and I'm too stingy to pay $250 for a weeks worth of electricity. So he found us a spot where we could plug in and we had a super posh place to park our rig for the week. Except for the possessed awning constantly trying to kill us, we had a sweet set up.
By now everyone has seen the results for the event and I have mixed feelings about my performance. I am still learning how to prepare these horses for their major competitions and I haven't been able to receive the lessons and coaching this fall that I am used to. I figured since Hewie will be moving up to Advanced next year I would go ahead and put him on the same fitness program as Donald. I think that may have been a mistake! I could barely hang on to the horse all weekend! He certainly won the warmup for dressage, until someone started a kubota! He lost his cool, and the $1,000 horse came out. I was proud of him for managing to get it together in the ring as he was literally spinning before he entered, but I had high hopes for him to win the event. He certainly has the capability, some times he just loses his head. Donald put in a lovely test despite the mud and muck in the 3* arena. It was a shame that we had to follow Buck and Reggie for obvious reasons! Although dissapointed in the score, I was thrilled with how rideable and relaxed Donald was and I think he is at a point in his dressage that is the perfect platform to build upon for next year. He will be ready for some big scores in the spring.
Out walking, my gag reflex started at about fence 5. Ian really put in some massive upgrades to the course and it was tricky.. very tricky. Extremely big, gallopy and ditches everywhere. I didn't actually start to feel good about the course until I was riding it. I was again dissapointed in Hewie on Saturday, he was feeling a bit too good I think and jumped us into trouble at the angled ditch and brushes which were early on in the course. He was really getting some air time over the fences and I just couldn't convince him to jump more conservatively. It made it difficult for me to keep him on his lines. He also spooked about mid-way through the course and spent an entire minute spinning in the arena. How embarassing. When he crossed the finish line, I finally felt he was relaxed enough to jump the course properly, and I wish I could have just cantered out and done it all again! He was barely sweating in the D-Box. I was pretty irritated at him, good thing he has the cutest smushy face, it is impossible to stay mad at him.
Donald smoked around the 3* track and exceeded all my expectations. It was the best cross country round I have ever had on him. Fit and full of running to the end, we took all the direct lines and came in a comfortable 10 seconds under time. Even though neither horse has had an injury, they both looked sounder than ever before on the Sunday morning at a CCI. I think both Hewie and Donald are really benefitting from my fitness program and the wonderful Florida footing.
They tried their bests on Sunday in the showjumping but both horses found the footing in the arena a bit difficult. Donald added just 1 rail to his dressage score to finish the CCI3* in 12th. I am so tickled with him and it is almost hard for me to give him his necessary time off now, I want to keep working on them both!
They are on holiday now and will be for the next month or so. They had a huge year and deserve a rest. Although I am not thrilled with my performance at Galway, it is so comforting to be bringing home two sound, healthy and happy horses and for now all my plans for next year are still in tact. In the end the real success is to keep a happy horse and now during the holidays I will have the pleasure of watching them graze in their field together after a job well done this year.
Until next year,
Katie, Hewie and Donald
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Gone bush
Greetings from california!! There is a saying in New Zealand that if you have run away, gone rogue, taken off, etc; you have gone "bush". We have certainly done that and more! The red boys and I made it safely to temecula for Galway, against all odds! Joes groom, Kate Harris, has come with me to help and she has been an absolute godsend. Our friend Adrian has also joined us on our gypsy quest, which he decided to do in the last 30 minutes before we left! Not sure that he has fully realized what he has committed to but he will soon find out! So far he has not asked us where the nearest Hilton is...
We set off on Saturday morning from Ocala in the pissing rain. We made it all the way to Arnaudville, Louisiana to stay at Kylie and Court Ramsay's beautiful Pharmview farm. The Ramsays' son Calvin has my Arriador to ride, they were off competing Training level at Holly Hill when we arrived but I will surely see them both on our return trip.
On to Sunday, our most difficult driving day. Today we tackled the entire state of Texas in one go. To my shock and surprise Adrian drove most of the day and did quite well. Not too bad for a city boy! He did however introduce us to the highlight of the drive tha day which was Bucee's beef jerky. We stayed the night at a cute farm outside of El Paso, where they marveled at my "Clydesdales" that were sporting "casts" on their feet! Hewie had a minor tweak-out in his pipie corral stall but he soon settled in for the night.
Here we are, Monday! We have somehow been accepted by multiple border patrol guards into the state of California! Donald and Hewie were thrilled to be off the trailer and into their big beautiful stalls at Galway Downs. We arrived at dusk so I did not get to see most of the venue although I have been told it is one of the best in the west. I also managed to pick up a job driving 6 pro logs out for the event to be used on the course. I have always brought my own horses but never my own jumps! So Big Red, Little Red and the course have arrived.
Still can't believe we have made it all the way to Califronia! These horses take us to some amazing places. I am forever grateful to have such unbelievable partners in Donald and Hewie, partners who allow me to go on these wild adventures. I will post an update tomorrow after I can get the boys out for a flat school and trot.
Xoxo
The crew
We set off on Saturday morning from Ocala in the pissing rain. We made it all the way to Arnaudville, Louisiana to stay at Kylie and Court Ramsay's beautiful Pharmview farm. The Ramsays' son Calvin has my Arriador to ride, they were off competing Training level at Holly Hill when we arrived but I will surely see them both on our return trip.
On to Sunday, our most difficult driving day. Today we tackled the entire state of Texas in one go. To my shock and surprise Adrian drove most of the day and did quite well. Not too bad for a city boy! He did however introduce us to the highlight of the drive tha day which was Bucee's beef jerky. We stayed the night at a cute farm outside of El Paso, where they marveled at my "Clydesdales" that were sporting "casts" on their feet! Hewie had a minor tweak-out in his pipie corral stall but he soon settled in for the night.
Here we are, Monday! We have somehow been accepted by multiple border patrol guards into the state of California! Donald and Hewie were thrilled to be off the trailer and into their big beautiful stalls at Galway Downs. We arrived at dusk so I did not get to see most of the venue although I have been told it is one of the best in the west. I also managed to pick up a job driving 6 pro logs out for the event to be used on the course. I have always brought my own horses but never my own jumps! So Big Red, Little Red and the course have arrived.
Still can't believe we have made it all the way to Califronia! These horses take us to some amazing places. I am forever grateful to have such unbelievable partners in Donald and Hewie, partners who allow me to go on these wild adventures. I will post an update tomorrow after I can get the boys out for a flat school and trot.
Xoxo
The crew
Sunday, October 16, 2011
T minus 2 gallops to Galway
I feel like when you are getting ready for a major 3 day competition, your life can be measured in gallops. You live and breathe for that weekly run and then pray it goes well, hold your breath until you get home from the track and see that your horse looks okay. I am so fortunate to have my neighbor Stacey Emory's beautiful grass track on loan to me, so for a rational person there is not much to worry about. However, when you get closer and closer to your big event, rational thought goes out the window. The gallops leading up to the "Big Day" are zen-like. There is something very eerie about your last gallop before the competition, I will try to explain it more when it gets here.
For me, right now, Galway is still a go.
Both Hewie and Donald did a big gallop yesterday and were totally on form. I can say honestly that I don't think they have ever looked or felt better in their lives. It is amazing how little I have to work on their gallops. A shift of weight in my toes and they swap leads. I close my pinky finger around the outside rein and their balance comes up for the turn. They are fit, ready, and very in tune with what I am doing. They look like winners. They act like winners. Both of them have changed so much from the beginning of this year to now. They look like different horses. Donald finally has a topline and Hewie finally has an ass. They are shiny, bright, tuned up and ready for California. I'm fancying my chances.
I have been helping my friend Rachel ride some at a jumper barn here in Ocala. She is going through a pretty rough time and I have a few hours to spare, she needs a bit of a break so I have been running out there to try and lend a hand. It has been good practice for me just to sit on lots of horses. Riding is the best way to improve your riding, and I need to be really good at riding when I get to Galway.
I had a small freakout moment when I talked to Joe the other day who has been stuck in England. I have just been really worried about not getting tons of lessons leading up to this event. Jon Holling has been helping me out and I love how he works with my horses. Very demanding but in a patient and considerate way that I know my horses appreciate. I haven't called him this week because I didn't want to bug him before the Pan Ams, and my heart absolutely breaks for him. Obviously, if anyone deserved to go it was Jon, but sometimes it is not meant to be. It is devastating and unfortunate but at the end of the day we have to make the best decision for the team, and I know one day I will be there too. I will be in Jon's shoes. He is a class act and I know it will work out for him.
My mom and I were talking about how it was very strange not being at Fair Hill this year. Galway 3* is so new that it doesn't register in my brain yet. I just automatically associate fall 3* with Fair Hill.. and I'm not there.. not competing.. not eating crab bisque.. not buying fuzzy hats at the trade fair.. not walking thru the tunnel.. feels unnatural to me.
Galway is a new adventure. A new tradition maybe? At least no fuzzy hats will be required ;)
x
k, big red, & little red
For me, right now, Galway is still a go.
Both Hewie and Donald did a big gallop yesterday and were totally on form. I can say honestly that I don't think they have ever looked or felt better in their lives. It is amazing how little I have to work on their gallops. A shift of weight in my toes and they swap leads. I close my pinky finger around the outside rein and their balance comes up for the turn. They are fit, ready, and very in tune with what I am doing. They look like winners. They act like winners. Both of them have changed so much from the beginning of this year to now. They look like different horses. Donald finally has a topline and Hewie finally has an ass. They are shiny, bright, tuned up and ready for California. I'm fancying my chances.
I have been helping my friend Rachel ride some at a jumper barn here in Ocala. She is going through a pretty rough time and I have a few hours to spare, she needs a bit of a break so I have been running out there to try and lend a hand. It has been good practice for me just to sit on lots of horses. Riding is the best way to improve your riding, and I need to be really good at riding when I get to Galway.
I had a small freakout moment when I talked to Joe the other day who has been stuck in England. I have just been really worried about not getting tons of lessons leading up to this event. Jon Holling has been helping me out and I love how he works with my horses. Very demanding but in a patient and considerate way that I know my horses appreciate. I haven't called him this week because I didn't want to bug him before the Pan Ams, and my heart absolutely breaks for him. Obviously, if anyone deserved to go it was Jon, but sometimes it is not meant to be. It is devastating and unfortunate but at the end of the day we have to make the best decision for the team, and I know one day I will be there too. I will be in Jon's shoes. He is a class act and I know it will work out for him.
My mom and I were talking about how it was very strange not being at Fair Hill this year. Galway 3* is so new that it doesn't register in my brain yet. I just automatically associate fall 3* with Fair Hill.. and I'm not there.. not competing.. not eating crab bisque.. not buying fuzzy hats at the trade fair.. not walking thru the tunnel.. feels unnatural to me.
Galway is a new adventure. A new tradition maybe? At least no fuzzy hats will be required ;)
x
k, big red, & little red
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Poplar Place CIC
26 September 2011
We are back from Poplar Place! Or as the Ag Station cop told me… 11 horse trailers have been through goin’ to Popular Place!
We left on Thursday in the ginormous Joe Meyer Eventing rig. Joe and Ruthie were kind enough to let me take their wheels for the weekend since they are in England. Yep, just me, two dogs and two red ponies. First time doing a weekend horse show by myself AND first time using the living quarters. Foresight is nonexistent and hindsight is 20/20...
Poor Hewie had a bit of drama before we left for the show. On Sunday he got stuck with a hot nail on his LF. He was pretty lame the next morning so I pulled the shoe off right away and started the soak-ice-pack routine. I was able to give him a little bute but had to stay within the FEI guidelines since he was entered in the 2*. We jumped with Jon Holling on Wednesday and he seemed to be all right, so cautiously off we went. Hewie trotted up like a pro at his in-barn and seemed to be ready to go.
Thursday night was a bit of a cluster. Between checking in, riding Donald and getting organized for the next day I barely had time to set up the LQ. Right, so, turns out campers have different plugs that won’t fit in normal outlets. Who knew? Obviously not me. Good thing Kyle Carter knew and he generously lent me a converter so I could plug into the generator. Got the plug, got the generator going, just in time for a gigantic thunderstorm. Of course, the generator dies (out of gas), and there is no way I am going out in the monsoon to fill it up. Meanwhile the spooky dog is freaking out at the thunder and spinning in circles, making it difficult to unpack and get settled. A 10’ area suddenly becomes very, very small when there is a terrified animal sharing your space.
Also, despite desperate attempts, I never could convince the refrigerator to get going. I purposely packed the thing full because I wasn’t going to try and unhook at the show - hydraulic jack a little dicey.
I think it goes without saying that I am not cut out for camper living.
Friday morning comes and I am certain I look like death. Donald goes at 8:30 in the CIC3* and in order to maintain our new dressage day routine it meant I was in the barn at 5am. He was a bit of a twit when I did our “pre-ride” in the morning and I was worried he would be up to his old tricks again. Proof is in the pudding, what I am doing with him is working and he put in a really good test (for him). Very steady, relaxed, calm. That is what we are going for right now. I had a very short time between Hewie and Donald so I hustled to get on him and see how he felt. Basically OK but came up a little short in the 10m circles. Decided to play it safe, pull him out of the 2* and gave him a gram of bute. Of course… suddenly completely sound! Donna at Poplar was so sweet and let me enter him in the HT to practice a test in which he was a spooky hot mess. To stay on the safe side I did not do any more with him that weekend.
The 3* course definitely rode harder than it walked. Rarely do I have to scrap a bit on Donald but we did this weekend. Between the angled cannons, double corners and the gnarly rail/bank/coffin at the end, our work was cut out for us! We jumped clean and had the 2nd fastest time of the day. I underestimated the terrain at Poplar and it was a pretty good test of fitness. It is clear Donald needs to be more fit for Galway but he is just about where he should be now, lots more trotting and a few more good gallops and he will be all set for our Cali trip.
I got held in the jog on Sunday morning, mostly I think because I trotted him up like an idiot the first time. I sprinted down the lane with his head cocked sideways like I had never seen a jog strip in my life. Maybe it was the combined lack of sleep and lack of nourishment from my failed attempt at camper living. Other than a small stifle rub Donald had not a hair out of place, so of course I chose to represent him, which he passed easily.
The show jumping course was long and tricky. Since I have been having some lessons with Jon he has been a distance Hitler, I get reemed if I’m not loving the base. It is good for me and he is right. I am having a hard time making myself see that extra 6 inches and my eye is off. It will take me a few more jump schools to start seeing a more correct distance. In the meantime, at Poplar in the show jumping I rode like an idiot. I think I missed at every jump. Better lucky than good… I think Donald thought I was trying to kill us both and he suddenly became extra careful. All the rails stayed up but I had a few time faults. I am trying to see a deeper distance by holding when I need to be riding forward to the same distance. I will need to get this all sorted before Galway and practice, practice, practice.
The Red Moose ended up in 3rd again and although I am getting tired of seeing yellow ribbons I am thrilled with him. This was his best 3* finish yet and I am so happy to see him being consistent. I have always known that I have a wonderful cross country partner in Donald, but I feel that we are really finding our groove as a team in general. He is a funny horse and it takes a while to “get” him. He will now just go to some dressage and show jumping shows, maybe an Intermediate horse trial on the way to California. Trying to put the finishing touches on what I hope will be a winning performance.
Hewie is fine now and I will have to find another Intermediate run for him. He is spooky and sensitive and is the type of horse that needs to keep running to be at his best. I also have a whole month now to figure out the living quarters.
Til next time
Katie, Donald and Hewie
We are back from Poplar Place! Or as the Ag Station cop told me… 11 horse trailers have been through goin’ to Popular Place!
We left on Thursday in the ginormous Joe Meyer Eventing rig. Joe and Ruthie were kind enough to let me take their wheels for the weekend since they are in England. Yep, just me, two dogs and two red ponies. First time doing a weekend horse show by myself AND first time using the living quarters. Foresight is nonexistent and hindsight is 20/20...
Poor Hewie had a bit of drama before we left for the show. On Sunday he got stuck with a hot nail on his LF. He was pretty lame the next morning so I pulled the shoe off right away and started the soak-ice-pack routine. I was able to give him a little bute but had to stay within the FEI guidelines since he was entered in the 2*. We jumped with Jon Holling on Wednesday and he seemed to be all right, so cautiously off we went. Hewie trotted up like a pro at his in-barn and seemed to be ready to go.
Thursday night was a bit of a cluster. Between checking in, riding Donald and getting organized for the next day I barely had time to set up the LQ. Right, so, turns out campers have different plugs that won’t fit in normal outlets. Who knew? Obviously not me. Good thing Kyle Carter knew and he generously lent me a converter so I could plug into the generator. Got the plug, got the generator going, just in time for a gigantic thunderstorm. Of course, the generator dies (out of gas), and there is no way I am going out in the monsoon to fill it up. Meanwhile the spooky dog is freaking out at the thunder and spinning in circles, making it difficult to unpack and get settled. A 10’ area suddenly becomes very, very small when there is a terrified animal sharing your space.
Also, despite desperate attempts, I never could convince the refrigerator to get going. I purposely packed the thing full because I wasn’t going to try and unhook at the show - hydraulic jack a little dicey.
I think it goes without saying that I am not cut out for camper living.
Friday morning comes and I am certain I look like death. Donald goes at 8:30 in the CIC3* and in order to maintain our new dressage day routine it meant I was in the barn at 5am. He was a bit of a twit when I did our “pre-ride” in the morning and I was worried he would be up to his old tricks again. Proof is in the pudding, what I am doing with him is working and he put in a really good test (for him). Very steady, relaxed, calm. That is what we are going for right now. I had a very short time between Hewie and Donald so I hustled to get on him and see how he felt. Basically OK but came up a little short in the 10m circles. Decided to play it safe, pull him out of the 2* and gave him a gram of bute. Of course… suddenly completely sound! Donna at Poplar was so sweet and let me enter him in the HT to practice a test in which he was a spooky hot mess. To stay on the safe side I did not do any more with him that weekend.
The 3* course definitely rode harder than it walked. Rarely do I have to scrap a bit on Donald but we did this weekend. Between the angled cannons, double corners and the gnarly rail/bank/coffin at the end, our work was cut out for us! We jumped clean and had the 2nd fastest time of the day. I underestimated the terrain at Poplar and it was a pretty good test of fitness. It is clear Donald needs to be more fit for Galway but he is just about where he should be now, lots more trotting and a few more good gallops and he will be all set for our Cali trip.
I got held in the jog on Sunday morning, mostly I think because I trotted him up like an idiot the first time. I sprinted down the lane with his head cocked sideways like I had never seen a jog strip in my life. Maybe it was the combined lack of sleep and lack of nourishment from my failed attempt at camper living. Other than a small stifle rub Donald had not a hair out of place, so of course I chose to represent him, which he passed easily.
The show jumping course was long and tricky. Since I have been having some lessons with Jon he has been a distance Hitler, I get reemed if I’m not loving the base. It is good for me and he is right. I am having a hard time making myself see that extra 6 inches and my eye is off. It will take me a few more jump schools to start seeing a more correct distance. In the meantime, at Poplar in the show jumping I rode like an idiot. I think I missed at every jump. Better lucky than good… I think Donald thought I was trying to kill us both and he suddenly became extra careful. All the rails stayed up but I had a few time faults. I am trying to see a deeper distance by holding when I need to be riding forward to the same distance. I will need to get this all sorted before Galway and practice, practice, practice.
The Red Moose ended up in 3rd again and although I am getting tired of seeing yellow ribbons I am thrilled with him. This was his best 3* finish yet and I am so happy to see him being consistent. I have always known that I have a wonderful cross country partner in Donald, but I feel that we are really finding our groove as a team in general. He is a funny horse and it takes a while to “get” him. He will now just go to some dressage and show jumping shows, maybe an Intermediate horse trial on the way to California. Trying to put the finishing touches on what I hope will be a winning performance.
Hewie is fine now and I will have to find another Intermediate run for him. He is spooky and sensitive and is the type of horse that needs to keep running to be at his best. I also have a whole month now to figure out the living quarters.
Til next time
Katie, Donald and Hewie
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Adventures of an Eventing Gypsy
Jeez it’s been a while since my last update. I apologize for not keeping up on this but when you can’t seem to stay in the same time zone for more than a week it gets a bit tricky. The months of July and August have absolutely flown by as I have traveled from state to state, horse show to horse show, sofa to sofa. My road trip diet was basically made up equally of candy, coffee and alcohol. I like to call this the “trifecta”. I have the caffeine shakes, significant debt from purchasing diesel fuel, and a left arm tan that would make a truck diver jealous.
But how lucky was I?! Donald and I received a travel grant from the Broussard family and the Endowment Trust to attend the Rebecca Farm CIC3* in Montana. If we competed there, we were eligible for a much larger grant to go overseas. I found out about my grant just about the last minute, so I scraped and scurried to find a way out there. Luckily for me my new neighbor in Florida, Joy Meyer, was planning to head out there too. I called them on a Wednesday and we left the next day. I had never met Joe or his girlfriend before, no better way to get to know someone than spend 4 days in a truck with them I suppose.
5 blown tires later we arrived in Salt Lake City where Joe and Ruthie had some sales horses to drop off. I’m sure the 3 of us were quite the sight, unkempt, unwashed, covered in grease and dirt from changing tire after tire. At least now I had an excuse for looking so disheveled, rather than I simply cannot be bothered with a hairbrush or makeup.
At last we were on our last leg of the journey to Montana. Joe had two rides, Snip in the CIC3* and Heidi the mare in the Preliminary. My Donald of course was in the CIC3* also. I got a lot of crap from my friends about driving, how horrible it must have been to go all that way. I am really glad we did the drive. I saw a lot of parts of the country that I otherwise would never have gotten to see. This country is so big and beautiful, it has so much to offer. Except gas stations. We sort of ran out of those when we hit the Montana state line. Luckily I am extremely experienced in running trucks down to the last drop. When I hit 0 Miles to E in their truck Ruthie got all sweaty and I think Joe’s eye started to twitch. No big deal, coasted in on neutral to Ovando, Montana, a town I will never forget!! We bought ALL of their diesel! And a pie.
We arrive at Rebecca Farm!!! Everything is stunning and built to perfection. It is the perfect venue. It has all the bells and whistles. Donald got a humungous permanent end stall which, being 17.2, I think he greatly appreciated. Joe and Ruthie went lake trout fishing and we had fresh Montana fish.
Of course Donald trotted up at the first inspection like a pro. I then had my grant interview with some of the members from the committee. It was a bit of an emotional time being at Rebecca Farm, since the grant was given to us developing riders by Miss Becky who died of cancer last year. It is an extremely selfless and generous thing that she did for us riders, but that is just the type of person she was. I had written the Broussard family a letter after attending Miss Becky’s memorial at Rolex this year. It was on the Thursday after my horrendous and embarrassing dressage, I didn’t really feel like leaving my hotel room and I looked like I had gotten hit by a bus. I went anyway, and it was just amazing to be around these wonderful people, like how Miss Becky was, people who just wanted to support you no matter what. We started to talk about the letter in my interview and before I knew it they were crying, I was crying, nothing really got accomplished but some crying. Not really the way I wanted it to go but if nothing else it was sincere.
SO Surprise Surprise, Donald is up to his old tricks in Dressage again. I wish I had been able to get him out to a dressage show before loading up for Montana but there just was no time. It is strange, more than he is being a jerk I really do think he gets scared when the spotlight is on him. He normally a very confident horse with a bit of an ego but he just feels all clammy and nervous sometimes in the ring. I got on the computer that night and entered 3 dressage shows.
Also not a shocker, Donald ran clean and fast XC. Just 4 seconds over the optimum time which I am a bit bummed about. I need to learn how to shave the seconds off a bit more since he just is not a fast horse. I had one down in the show jumping, the middle part of the triple which was a tall and airy vertical. Overall we finished in 13th place which is my unlucky number since this will be the 3rd 3* that I have finished in 13th place. Must do better.
On the road again, this time back to Salt Lake City for Joe to teach a 3 day clinic. I picked up a few rides there and got to have some lessons with Joe which I really enjoyed. I think Donald appreciates the way Joe works with him as he is not really the type of horse you can just kick and kick or push around. The barn in Salt Lake is amazing and the people are just the best. I can’t wait to go back. I wish I skied or snowboarded since the barn is right near several resorts like Snowbird. But being afraid of heights and snow kind of puts the kabash on that plan.
After the clinic we headed east back through Wyoming and Kansas and eventually we hooked up with my trailer in Michigan. We paid someone to drive my rig up with Joe and my 2* horses to meet us. Joe and Ruthie headed off to Millbrook and I took my ponies to Michigan to stay with my good friend Jamie and do a bit of family visit.
I learned some amazing things and met some wonderful people on the trip to Montana. The Broussards treated me like family and I am so grateful to have them in my life. Joe has a wealth of knowledge and he was extremely generous to answer all my questions without getting too annoyed. Ruthie is a marketing and PR genius and it was so helpful to get her insight also. I am not sure if Joe and Ruthie realize that they are stuck with me now. More importantly I learned how to make a margarita in the backseat and roughly 20 obscure ways to open a beer bottle. And I kicked their asses at Monopoly. Every time.
The time I spent in Michigan was really good for me to work on my own with my horses. I went to dressage shows, I jumped on my own, I spent time really getting back to solidly communicating with my horses. I took them to a local Intermediate horse trial where they finished 3rd and 4th. On to Richland Park, the big event in August. Donald was in the Advanced horse trail and Hewie in the Intermediate. I also had Pips, the 4yo, in her first Training level.
I didn’t really do much breathing on Thursday before Donald’s dressage. I did a bit of a different warm up. Low and behold, it worked. Donald scored a 36 which put him in 7th place in a very big and impressive Advanced class. I had to scroll top-down to find his result rather than bottom-up!! Good boy Big Red!! Hewie also put in a good test finishing on a 35 in the Intermediate.
Cross Country Day!! Duh, Donald and Hewie are super stars yet again. They are so much fun to run and jump with. They know their jobs perfectly and we just get along great. I was 10 seconds slow on Hewie which I was kicking myself about because he is extremely fast. He can be a bit green and spooky in the woods and road crossings and he gets out of balance easily. I just err on the side of caution when I ride him since he is only 7. Donald bombed around the big and technical track and jumped every fence just as I thought he would. Took a bit of a leap into the 2nd water and I got snapped out of the tack since is big and I am small. Of course Donald being the true professional he just held his line and jumped the frog out without a question. I was 4 seconds slow on Donald again. I am not being too hard on myself about it right now since both Donald and Hewie are not as fit as they will be in 2 months when we are at our big fall 3 day, Galway in California.
Donald was tied for 3rd going into show jumping which I was freaking out over a bit. He is finally getting some really good results and is even the 9th placed Advanced horse in the country. I turned him a bit too quickly in the arena to 4a which was an upright vertical down a hill with a brush box and I don’t think I gave him enough time to study it and I had the rail down. For being a big horse Donald is surprisingly sensitive and I think it rattled him a bit, he got a bit scooty so I also had 5 down which was an angled vertical. Other than my mistake he truly is jumping better than he has ever jumped. Luckily for me the rails fell easy for everyone and we held on to our 3rd place in the Advanced division. Hewie also had one rail which I was pretty upset about because I literally did not even hear him touch it. He is jumping so well and in such a good rhythm, it is like butter.
The little mare Piper also finished on her dressage score in 3rd place at her first Training level. WOW what a nice girl she is. She is for sale…. !!
We packed up and drove 18 hours straight back to Florida. SO GOOD TO BE HOME!! I’m currently working on tackling The Jungle aka my yard. Going to hit some more dressage shows and practice my show jumping, obviously. Get the boys a bit fitter. I decided to skip on the AEC’s since I truly am just a bit burnt out physically and financially. I am going to work on things at home and take both of them to Poplar Place where Donald will do the CIC3* and Hewie will do the CIC2*. I think Poplar and Galway are the only two 3*’s in North America that Donald has not done yet. He has jumped around every other one, some two or three times. Was really hoping to get overseas this fall but it was just not in the cards for me. Next year. Galway seems like a pretty cool Plan B and I am really getting excited to head out to the left coast.
Kisses from Donald, Hewie and me of course
But how lucky was I?! Donald and I received a travel grant from the Broussard family and the Endowment Trust to attend the Rebecca Farm CIC3* in Montana. If we competed there, we were eligible for a much larger grant to go overseas. I found out about my grant just about the last minute, so I scraped and scurried to find a way out there. Luckily for me my new neighbor in Florida, Joy Meyer, was planning to head out there too. I called them on a Wednesday and we left the next day. I had never met Joe or his girlfriend before, no better way to get to know someone than spend 4 days in a truck with them I suppose.
5 blown tires later we arrived in Salt Lake City where Joe and Ruthie had some sales horses to drop off. I’m sure the 3 of us were quite the sight, unkempt, unwashed, covered in grease and dirt from changing tire after tire. At least now I had an excuse for looking so disheveled, rather than I simply cannot be bothered with a hairbrush or makeup.
At last we were on our last leg of the journey to Montana. Joe had two rides, Snip in the CIC3* and Heidi the mare in the Preliminary. My Donald of course was in the CIC3* also. I got a lot of crap from my friends about driving, how horrible it must have been to go all that way. I am really glad we did the drive. I saw a lot of parts of the country that I otherwise would never have gotten to see. This country is so big and beautiful, it has so much to offer. Except gas stations. We sort of ran out of those when we hit the Montana state line. Luckily I am extremely experienced in running trucks down to the last drop. When I hit 0 Miles to E in their truck Ruthie got all sweaty and I think Joe’s eye started to twitch. No big deal, coasted in on neutral to Ovando, Montana, a town I will never forget!! We bought ALL of their diesel! And a pie.
We arrive at Rebecca Farm!!! Everything is stunning and built to perfection. It is the perfect venue. It has all the bells and whistles. Donald got a humungous permanent end stall which, being 17.2, I think he greatly appreciated. Joe and Ruthie went lake trout fishing and we had fresh Montana fish.
Of course Donald trotted up at the first inspection like a pro. I then had my grant interview with some of the members from the committee. It was a bit of an emotional time being at Rebecca Farm, since the grant was given to us developing riders by Miss Becky who died of cancer last year. It is an extremely selfless and generous thing that she did for us riders, but that is just the type of person she was. I had written the Broussard family a letter after attending Miss Becky’s memorial at Rolex this year. It was on the Thursday after my horrendous and embarrassing dressage, I didn’t really feel like leaving my hotel room and I looked like I had gotten hit by a bus. I went anyway, and it was just amazing to be around these wonderful people, like how Miss Becky was, people who just wanted to support you no matter what. We started to talk about the letter in my interview and before I knew it they were crying, I was crying, nothing really got accomplished but some crying. Not really the way I wanted it to go but if nothing else it was sincere.
SO Surprise Surprise, Donald is up to his old tricks in Dressage again. I wish I had been able to get him out to a dressage show before loading up for Montana but there just was no time. It is strange, more than he is being a jerk I really do think he gets scared when the spotlight is on him. He normally a very confident horse with a bit of an ego but he just feels all clammy and nervous sometimes in the ring. I got on the computer that night and entered 3 dressage shows.
Also not a shocker, Donald ran clean and fast XC. Just 4 seconds over the optimum time which I am a bit bummed about. I need to learn how to shave the seconds off a bit more since he just is not a fast horse. I had one down in the show jumping, the middle part of the triple which was a tall and airy vertical. Overall we finished in 13th place which is my unlucky number since this will be the 3rd 3* that I have finished in 13th place. Must do better.
On the road again, this time back to Salt Lake City for Joe to teach a 3 day clinic. I picked up a few rides there and got to have some lessons with Joe which I really enjoyed. I think Donald appreciates the way Joe works with him as he is not really the type of horse you can just kick and kick or push around. The barn in Salt Lake is amazing and the people are just the best. I can’t wait to go back. I wish I skied or snowboarded since the barn is right near several resorts like Snowbird. But being afraid of heights and snow kind of puts the kabash on that plan.
After the clinic we headed east back through Wyoming and Kansas and eventually we hooked up with my trailer in Michigan. We paid someone to drive my rig up with Joe and my 2* horses to meet us. Joe and Ruthie headed off to Millbrook and I took my ponies to Michigan to stay with my good friend Jamie and do a bit of family visit.
I learned some amazing things and met some wonderful people on the trip to Montana. The Broussards treated me like family and I am so grateful to have them in my life. Joe has a wealth of knowledge and he was extremely generous to answer all my questions without getting too annoyed. Ruthie is a marketing and PR genius and it was so helpful to get her insight also. I am not sure if Joe and Ruthie realize that they are stuck with me now. More importantly I learned how to make a margarita in the backseat and roughly 20 obscure ways to open a beer bottle. And I kicked their asses at Monopoly. Every time.
The time I spent in Michigan was really good for me to work on my own with my horses. I went to dressage shows, I jumped on my own, I spent time really getting back to solidly communicating with my horses. I took them to a local Intermediate horse trial where they finished 3rd and 4th. On to Richland Park, the big event in August. Donald was in the Advanced horse trail and Hewie in the Intermediate. I also had Pips, the 4yo, in her first Training level.
I didn’t really do much breathing on Thursday before Donald’s dressage. I did a bit of a different warm up. Low and behold, it worked. Donald scored a 36 which put him in 7th place in a very big and impressive Advanced class. I had to scroll top-down to find his result rather than bottom-up!! Good boy Big Red!! Hewie also put in a good test finishing on a 35 in the Intermediate.
Cross Country Day!! Duh, Donald and Hewie are super stars yet again. They are so much fun to run and jump with. They know their jobs perfectly and we just get along great. I was 10 seconds slow on Hewie which I was kicking myself about because he is extremely fast. He can be a bit green and spooky in the woods and road crossings and he gets out of balance easily. I just err on the side of caution when I ride him since he is only 7. Donald bombed around the big and technical track and jumped every fence just as I thought he would. Took a bit of a leap into the 2nd water and I got snapped out of the tack since is big and I am small. Of course Donald being the true professional he just held his line and jumped the frog out without a question. I was 4 seconds slow on Donald again. I am not being too hard on myself about it right now since both Donald and Hewie are not as fit as they will be in 2 months when we are at our big fall 3 day, Galway in California.
Donald was tied for 3rd going into show jumping which I was freaking out over a bit. He is finally getting some really good results and is even the 9th placed Advanced horse in the country. I turned him a bit too quickly in the arena to 4a which was an upright vertical down a hill with a brush box and I don’t think I gave him enough time to study it and I had the rail down. For being a big horse Donald is surprisingly sensitive and I think it rattled him a bit, he got a bit scooty so I also had 5 down which was an angled vertical. Other than my mistake he truly is jumping better than he has ever jumped. Luckily for me the rails fell easy for everyone and we held on to our 3rd place in the Advanced division. Hewie also had one rail which I was pretty upset about because I literally did not even hear him touch it. He is jumping so well and in such a good rhythm, it is like butter.
The little mare Piper also finished on her dressage score in 3rd place at her first Training level. WOW what a nice girl she is. She is for sale…. !!
We packed up and drove 18 hours straight back to Florida. SO GOOD TO BE HOME!! I’m currently working on tackling The Jungle aka my yard. Going to hit some more dressage shows and practice my show jumping, obviously. Get the boys a bit fitter. I decided to skip on the AEC’s since I truly am just a bit burnt out physically and financially. I am going to work on things at home and take both of them to Poplar Place where Donald will do the CIC3* and Hewie will do the CIC2*. I think Poplar and Galway are the only two 3*’s in North America that Donald has not done yet. He has jumped around every other one, some two or three times. Was really hoping to get overseas this fall but it was just not in the cards for me. Next year. Galway seems like a pretty cool Plan B and I am really getting excited to head out to the left coast.
Kisses from Donald, Hewie and me of course
Monday, July 4, 2011
Kids These Days
Allow me to stray from my typical training updates and write about something that has been on my mind.
Oh, and Happy 4th! Enjoy some beer and fireworks (but not near the barn!)
Since Bromont and moving to Florida I’ve been on a little bit of a “Summer Break”, I’ve had some extra time to do some reading, writing, and generally just time to pay attention to what’s going on in the world.
I’m disappointed in the youth of eventing at the moment. This all started at Bromont, where two young ladies were stabled in the same aisle as us. My student Natalia, my great friend Christy, and my mother all came to support me that week. 1 horse is not enough work for 4 people, so when we weren’t taking care of Hewie, we were adding to the team effort. Our neighbor across the aisle had 4 horses for 2 people so of course we spent a good deal of time helping them braid, take care of horses in the vet box, schlep things back and forth from the barn, etc. Nothing extraordinary but simply things that needing doing. Natalia was also sweet enough to help Emma, Phillip’s groom, on cross country day when everything was crazy. And of course, there is ALWAYS something to do at Team BDJ!
In our particular aisle, there was a young girl. A young girl whose horse blankets were the same color as Phillip’s. A young girl who was certain Natalia had stolen her cooler and spoke to her in such derogatory manner you’d think she was a sailor. Until she saw Big Phil’s name embroidered on the rug. Oops. Same young girl, hours later, severely disrespecting her mother (whom I am certain writes the checks) in the middle of the aisle in front of her grooms, coach, peers. How and when did this become acceptable behavior at a horse show?
Same horse show, different young girl. She was being paid to groom for a young rider. At several points throughout the weekend, she had been asked to do a task by her rider, to which she replied, “No”. Knowing the wonderful family of this young rider well I am sure the groom was paid up front and her every need was attended to without question. The girl, who was currently at one of the best competitions in North America, refused to attempt to learn something by doing work and then complained about wanting to reach to Advanced level. And no, I’m sorry, playing games on your phone for the majority of the day will not help you reach that goal.
If you’re a young rider sitting there thinking, Gosh, I have the talent, if I had those opportunities I would never muck it up like those girls did. I’m really hoping that I would agree with you, but sadly, I have seen many BN/N kids starting out that display the same terrible work ethic and “poor me” attitude. My attention was drawn to a post on the Chronicle (Yes, I do admit I read the Chronicle sometimes, ever since my 12 page train wreck meltdown thread). This post was by a young girl who was venting about not having opportunities, about being better than her peers, about how she should be able to compete more than she is. Venting is OK and I certainly understand the sentiment, but venting is annoying and pointless behavior unless you use it to help you find a better solution. There is a sense of entitlement and a “things should be easy” attitude with some of these young riders, and I know more than most, because often my working students walk through the doors with that chip on their shoulders. Some of these working students don’t make it past their first month, because I am simply unwilling to accommodate that attitude. The good ones buck up and make every day a learning opportunity, and those working students I often have gone way above and beyond for.
Here is a memo to you young riders out there from someone who isn’t armchair quarterbacking. In this sport you never reach the top and think Yes, I’ve done it. I feel like some of you think that once you reach the Advanced level it is all sunshine, rainbows and smooth sailing. In reality, this is where the true hardship begins. I own two upper level horses, one that I have produced myself from day 1 and one that had been produced to the Intermediate level. I am clearly more fortunate than most to have access to such fabulous partners, but it hasn’t been without struggle. It is all on me to keep them fed, keep shoes on their feet and a roof over their head. It is on me to provide myself with the best coaching and lessons that I can afford. After all that is said and done, yes, sometimes there isn’t money leftover to compete them or do all the things I want to do. I had a conversation this winter with Sharon White, when I was down south for the winter training with Donald and Hewie and wasn’t able to be in Maryland working. I was struggling so badly to keep the farm in Maryland going and also stay on track with my competition schedule. I remember asking her with tears in my eyes, how do you do this? You seem like you have it together, what’s your secret? All she said to me was, “You are doing it”. That’s when I realized it will never get any easier, so I better decide if this is something I want. It is.
My point and the bottom line for me is, how badly do you want it?
Badly enough to move 800 miles away from all your friends and family to be a working student? Badly enough to wake up at 3am on a daily basis to gallop racehorses for extra cash to compete? Badly enough to move 900 miles again to be closer to more training opportunities? Badly enough to keep going after being completely humiliated and heartbroken at one of the biggest events in the world? Badly enough to prove every person who ever called you lazy, untalented, stupid, or just plain not good enough, wrong?
I hope every young rider takes a good, hard look in the mirror and asks themselves;
How badly do you want it?
Oh, and Happy 4th! Enjoy some beer and fireworks (but not near the barn!)
Since Bromont and moving to Florida I’ve been on a little bit of a “Summer Break”, I’ve had some extra time to do some reading, writing, and generally just time to pay attention to what’s going on in the world.
I’m disappointed in the youth of eventing at the moment. This all started at Bromont, where two young ladies were stabled in the same aisle as us. My student Natalia, my great friend Christy, and my mother all came to support me that week. 1 horse is not enough work for 4 people, so when we weren’t taking care of Hewie, we were adding to the team effort. Our neighbor across the aisle had 4 horses for 2 people so of course we spent a good deal of time helping them braid, take care of horses in the vet box, schlep things back and forth from the barn, etc. Nothing extraordinary but simply things that needing doing. Natalia was also sweet enough to help Emma, Phillip’s groom, on cross country day when everything was crazy. And of course, there is ALWAYS something to do at Team BDJ!
In our particular aisle, there was a young girl. A young girl whose horse blankets were the same color as Phillip’s. A young girl who was certain Natalia had stolen her cooler and spoke to her in such derogatory manner you’d think she was a sailor. Until she saw Big Phil’s name embroidered on the rug. Oops. Same young girl, hours later, severely disrespecting her mother (whom I am certain writes the checks) in the middle of the aisle in front of her grooms, coach, peers. How and when did this become acceptable behavior at a horse show?
Same horse show, different young girl. She was being paid to groom for a young rider. At several points throughout the weekend, she had been asked to do a task by her rider, to which she replied, “No”. Knowing the wonderful family of this young rider well I am sure the groom was paid up front and her every need was attended to without question. The girl, who was currently at one of the best competitions in North America, refused to attempt to learn something by doing work and then complained about wanting to reach to Advanced level. And no, I’m sorry, playing games on your phone for the majority of the day will not help you reach that goal.
If you’re a young rider sitting there thinking, Gosh, I have the talent, if I had those opportunities I would never muck it up like those girls did. I’m really hoping that I would agree with you, but sadly, I have seen many BN/N kids starting out that display the same terrible work ethic and “poor me” attitude. My attention was drawn to a post on the Chronicle (Yes, I do admit I read the Chronicle sometimes, ever since my 12 page train wreck meltdown thread). This post was by a young girl who was venting about not having opportunities, about being better than her peers, about how she should be able to compete more than she is. Venting is OK and I certainly understand the sentiment, but venting is annoying and pointless behavior unless you use it to help you find a better solution. There is a sense of entitlement and a “things should be easy” attitude with some of these young riders, and I know more than most, because often my working students walk through the doors with that chip on their shoulders. Some of these working students don’t make it past their first month, because I am simply unwilling to accommodate that attitude. The good ones buck up and make every day a learning opportunity, and those working students I often have gone way above and beyond for.
Here is a memo to you young riders out there from someone who isn’t armchair quarterbacking. In this sport you never reach the top and think Yes, I’ve done it. I feel like some of you think that once you reach the Advanced level it is all sunshine, rainbows and smooth sailing. In reality, this is where the true hardship begins. I own two upper level horses, one that I have produced myself from day 1 and one that had been produced to the Intermediate level. I am clearly more fortunate than most to have access to such fabulous partners, but it hasn’t been without struggle. It is all on me to keep them fed, keep shoes on their feet and a roof over their head. It is on me to provide myself with the best coaching and lessons that I can afford. After all that is said and done, yes, sometimes there isn’t money leftover to compete them or do all the things I want to do. I had a conversation this winter with Sharon White, when I was down south for the winter training with Donald and Hewie and wasn’t able to be in Maryland working. I was struggling so badly to keep the farm in Maryland going and also stay on track with my competition schedule. I remember asking her with tears in my eyes, how do you do this? You seem like you have it together, what’s your secret? All she said to me was, “You are doing it”. That’s when I realized it will never get any easier, so I better decide if this is something I want. It is.
My point and the bottom line for me is, how badly do you want it?
Badly enough to move 800 miles away from all your friends and family to be a working student? Badly enough to wake up at 3am on a daily basis to gallop racehorses for extra cash to compete? Badly enough to move 900 miles again to be closer to more training opportunities? Badly enough to keep going after being completely humiliated and heartbroken at one of the biggest events in the world? Badly enough to prove every person who ever called you lazy, untalented, stupid, or just plain not good enough, wrong?
I hope every young rider takes a good, hard look in the mirror and asks themselves;
How badly do you want it?
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