Tuesday, December 31, 2013


"He puzzled and puzzed till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. Maybe Christmas, he thought... doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps... means a little bit more!" 
Dr Suess's  " How the Grinch Stole Christmas"

I was gonna start this little ditty with a story about a girl who used to spend the Christmas season alone, deep into the throes of workaholism  and just waiting for the time to pass.  Yeah, it was the way I wanted to start this...  but I can't!  You see, that was a time way back when in a world far away!

You know, I'm not puzzling and my puzzler certainly isn't sore...  Finding Christmas Spirit truly is a little bit more.  I'm finishing December sitting in a very cold house waiting for the heating guy to save me from what will soon be an artic holiday!  And yet, there is a smile on my face and sparkle in my heart that keeps all but my typing fingers warm (maybe the layers of fleece help too).

2006 - Girl meets Sug for 1st time
Celebrating is an action verb where one must seek and find adventures.  I, personally, look for bright lights, beautiful colors, moments of expression, doing things with and for people.  I like to fill my soul with the sensuality of the season.  It makes things whole.

Sugar and Da Boys went on vacation with me.  Well, actually Sugar spent her vacation in NJ at my teen niece's eventing barn.  She was to be the Teen's BFF for Christmas Break - my dream to share one love with another.  And maybe, it was seeing a reflection of me in her and...

Whatever it was, her joy in having her own "lil' pinto pony" made my Christmas one to cherish...  And, this Teen got her, she understood all that is Sugar and it was good!  It was really good!  Let's see, her reports back to me said it all:

Day 1 - Me - " How was Sugar?"  Teen - "She was amazing.  We jumped and she was really great but a chicken."  Me - "Did you make her go?"  Teen - "Yeah, of course I did!"

Sug, an Angel? Not really
Just being herself!
Day 2We hunted together.

Day 3 - Me - "Did you ride yet?"  Teen - "Just got off.  She was rather rude today, but okay!"  Me - "Rut ro!"

Day 4 - Teen - "Just finished riding --- Sug was fabulous!  We jumped."

Day 5 - Me - "How was Sug?  Teen - "Great!  We jumped - even the stone wall.  She was great!"

Day 6 (the last day) - Teen - "hey!! Sugar was amazing today!  Like really!  Best day we had so far.  we did lots of angles and Trainer made a skinny.  She was working hard.  I'm actually sad to see her go.  Thank you for this opportunity.  This has really been a blast and I loved "owning" my own horse."    Me - "I'm soooo glad you had fun with her...  It makes it all worthwhile."  Teen - "Hopefully....  Maybe... If you can....  Can she come back this summer?"  Me - "We'll make it happen!"

Me, filled with Christmas Cheer
I cried a little bit as I drove my family up the Garden State Parkway.  For what?  So many things, including joy...  The gift was mine...

And, Sugar?  I love you even more for giving this Teen a good experience, for putting your schoolmarm outfit on but not making it too easy for her.  Could I ever really let you go?  Not really... you have a home no matter what!  Thanks.... 


And the Teen seven years later... 

Monday, December 23, 2013


I'm all a jumble trying to put this experience into words.  I was going to start off all "tales of season's past" and all that but it just doesn't fit.  So let me get to the point:

Sugar and I are in NJ for Christmas (Yes, I am the crazy single person who brings all of the animals home for the holidays - coming to a Lifetime Movie soon.)  She is enjoying the attention of my 15 year old niece (and I hope my niece is enjoying her.)

There is something amazing to be in the place where you grew up, to be able to share your horse with someone you love and then, take her foxhunting for the first time.  Ok, and it was absolutely fabulous for me to be able to hunt Sugar in territory where, as a young 20 sumthin, I played.  And, with an old school hunt club hunting live. 

Our hunt club is a drag hunt.  And, no...  the men are not dressed up in fancy clothes.  Wait, they are but in red hunting frocks not women's dresses.  Wait, what are frocks?  That sounds a lot like women's clothes.

ONBH Pack - Fall 2013
Phew, back to drag hunting.  Most of the foxhunting in Massachusetts is done by hunting drag, not live foxes.  Since our territory is not vast, and we are fighting suburban sprawl, laying drag (scent) allows the huntsman to direct the hounds away from danger (roads, homes, domestic animals).  The scent is laid to mimic a live hunt but, often the hounds run hard and the field is fast... lots of galloping.

Hunting live is unpredictable.  No one knows where a fox will show up and how fast and far they will run.  The Huntsman may have a good idea of where to send the hounds but nothing is guaranteed except, maybe a good time with like minded folk!

ONBH Pic, not this hunt!
We started off in pouring rain - "just like hunting in Ireland".  Our pack was twenty couple (40 hounds) with noses on the ground and tails wagging high over the winter fallow.  The Huntsman's voice called, "Find him!" as she led/followed them from field to covert.   Her Whips were like sentries, riding tall over on a hill to the right and another to the left of the pack moving quietly, ready to guide and direct.

It was a methodical ride as the pack hunted for the wile fox occasionally giving a yip, a bark as the scent grew stronger and quieted as it faded away.  The footing was slippery and the Fieldmaster was cautious and meticulous in following the pack.  It might have been boring if it weren't for the magnificent hound work and gorgeous views.

Then a huge white tailed doe burst from the woods and bounded, white tail flagging her way.  I gasped, just sure that the hounds would run riot after the deer.  Nothing...  these hounds knew that deer were not their prey and continued moving forward with nary a look.

Minutes later, the strike hound screamed that the fox was found and the pack tongued wildly as the chase ensued.  39 hounds in hot pursuit - a sight and sound to behold.  (Suzanne, I thought you said that 40 hounds went out....  Yes, I did but I believe this cute little black and tan was meandering somewhere else.)

Whip pic but not of this hunt.
Unfortunately, the view was cut short as the fox entered the swamp.  Oh, we could hear the pursuit for the hounds gave voice for all to hear.  We waited enjoying the beauty of a warm, rainy winter day and I was filled with the joy of being alive.

Did I miss the big gallops?  Just a little bit...  What I lost in speed and thrills, I gained in the most awesome hound work - sights, sounds and scents.  My only regret was that I have no pictures to share. 

Close your eyes, picture a hill painted dark orange, flecked in gold and brown.  There is a man, dressed in red riding a white horse.  He is standing at attention waiting for the Huntsman.  The sky behind him is gray with billowing charcoal clouds - breathtaking!

I am a lucky girl, INDEED!

Thursday, December 12, 2013


Da Boys - Angelic
Today was not one of my best days... In fact, if you were to ask Da Boys to judge my performance, I believe that they would give me an overall D - impatient, testy, angry, loud and just plain rude.  And, I don't think I want you to ask them to give me individual scores 'cause that would be far to embarrassing.

You see, I hate ice.  And, here in New England, the winters can be beautiful - a wintery wonderland of intense weather and stark beauty.  That is, until the ice arrives with its slippery surface begging you to trust it or hiding itself under new snow waiting patiently for it's next victim...  I HATE IT!

And let the barking begin!
Sugar's trip to the farrier was just a delight and a test of my serenity (which I failed).  The truck and trailer entombed in ice and at 16 degrees, there was no hope of the sun helping with the thaw.  My plan to walk the dogs, take them home and head off, alone, to the farriers failed me.  (Did I mentioned that I fell on an ice patch buried in new snow?)  Da Boys were coming too.

As I pulled out of the farm, my truck slid on the untreated surface.  And, Chandler barked.  I screamed for him to shut up.  He barked some more.  Who wouldn't?  "Obviously there was something gone wrong... send out the alarm!"

And there began my morning of yelling at a hound, bemoaning the untreated surfaces and acting like a 13 year old hormonal girl.  I think the only "adult" in the truck was Jonah.  He acted like a person frantically trying to make things better.   I think the peak was parking the trailer...  hound obstructing the mirrors called for renewed yelling and maybe a tiny bit of throwing things...  just a lil bit...
Jonah - the sane one with an
eating disorder

Sigh, I am not proud of my behavior.  And, what was worse was the look Chandler gave me when I got home.  It was one of those, "I am outta here crazy lady!  You just go on about your business... I will not bother you again!"


Dog... god... dog... god...  very, very similar...  The amazing thing is a dog's capacity to forgive and to love unconditionally.  Wish I was more like that! 

Tonight, I sit here, nestled between two gods...oops, I mean dogs.  They cuddle and love... today's role of angry mare, hormonal 13 year old is forgotten in their eyes.  I survived our first ice and I am home safe, blessed for the company...
Dog.... god... dog... god.... dog.... hmmmm  

Sunday, December 1, 2013


The Thanksgiving Hunt was cold and windy.  This was at our
Blessing.  Sug's Twenty Sumetin Friend rode her that day.
I'm grateful to know her.
I really thought I'd be writing about the traditions and pageantry of the Thanksgiving Hunt.  I would be telling you that it was the most fun and exhilarating start to a day of gratitude.  And then add that Black Friday, for me, was the day of moaning and groaning over quad muscles screaming after a 3 hour hunt where at least 1.5 hours was done at a dead gallop.

I really did think that I would be writing about that.  But...

There was this post on Facebook that fills my heart with the very emotions that this Holiday season evokes - gratitude, love, hope and joy!  It was a very simple thank you:

"I have the best horse in the world. Went to the beach for the first time ever and he was a superstar! What an amazing experience, so proud of my boy. Thanks EC for making Christmas come early!"

I don't know the poster's circumstances for she is not my "FB Friend"...  I can feel her joy and happiness and, her gratitude is deep.  EC, my "FB Friend", had the trailer space, made the offer and quite simply made someone's dream come true. 

Tis the season... 

Selfishness comes in all forms...  For me?  It's time and that overwhelming phrase, "I'm too busy to _______."   It isolates me from beauty and keeps the colors gray.  And, in the end, work is never completed and I am alone.  Ahhh, knowing one's behavior is a key step in changing it. 

What if?  What if you just for a moment, did something simple... something positive for another person without expecting anything in return...  You just never know when, you too, could give someone a gift... an experience that could last a lifetime...  you just never know.
Da Boys showing their gratitude!

Read the book, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, you just never know how your actions impact another's life. 

Go for it and make someone's day!

Tuesday, November 12, 2013


This is a "Confessions" blog so sometimes I have to get real... you know tell the dirty truth even if it doesn't seem right.  So here goes - When it comes to horses, I am a voyeur.

You see, I like to watch horses doing things, special things... things that I am incapable of.  I lust after those big butted, body wiggling dressage horses.  And I find myself out of breath when a 3 or 4 star horse body tightens, muscles contract and then releases its power over a fence disappearing into the drop below.  Yes, I like to watch.

Tonight was The Birthday Ride - an annual event where my trainer rides Sugar and entertains my lust of a good dressage horse.   Historically, the BD Ride has taken all forms to the delight of this lover of all things horse.  The memories of the best still dazzle:
Eventing Trainer's Pro Ride 2009

  • 2010 was the Year of the Piaffe  where I watched in awe at the process used to develop the piaffe.  It was equestrian eye candy...  half steps, collection, more half steps, collection, a tactful tap with the whip until a true moment of real piaffe  I actually had tears in my eyes. 

  • 2011 was all about lengthenings with the gathering of power, the slight rocking back on her hind end and then the thrust forward floating above the ground.... Ahhhhhhh - AWESOME!
Used with permission

  • 2008 was the Battle of the Angry Mare BD Ride (which my Dressage Trainer would rather me not mention). This was the year that Sug's evil twin Saccharine spent a fair time visiting.  No, not the diva Mariah Carey - the EVIL TWIN.  I ended the season being dramatically dumped 12 strides away from the closest jump (hay bales) as Saccharine attempted to run back to her then lover W. 
    • This BD Ride was epic.  Saccharine had ruled the Amateur World far too long and she showed up to take on the Pro. Without too much detail, my Dressage Trainer won a very long battle for Angry Mare dominance.  The timing was perfect - best BD Ride evah!

Tonight's ride was priceless!  I've been struggling with Sugar's soundness and doubting whether or not I was doing right by her.  While I wanted canter pirouettes and perhaps a levade or two, I (we) got exactly what we needed.

Da Boys!  What would be a BD without them.
Sug's body was stiff, had difficulty moving laterally and was on her forehand.  Our Dressage Trainer with impeccable position moved Sug's body using transitions, lateral movements, half halts while pushing and collecting to move her body, even out her stride to loosen and lighten.  It was work coupled with magic.

What did I get from this BD Ride?  Eye Candy? ALWAYS!  I saw what I feel and I watched someone work to get the release.  She was intense, tactful and accomplished something before a break.  She asked, rewarded the correct response yet demanded more and then, rewarded.   Sugar's ears were soft, yielding to her guidance - this was a horse happy with the work.  I even think she was a bit proud of herself.  Now I have the visual needed to make us a better team.

Happy Birthday to me!

Sunday, November 3, 2013


 Luck is believing you're lucky - Tennessee Williams

A Wise Woman once said that luck is just opportunities taken and a world view that opens up to those possibilities.  You are as lucky as you want to be.. see your luck and then take it!
Sug hunting with her 20-Sumtin Friend

As luck would have it, I woke up to the sound of rain.  It wasn't the gentle pitter pat of a light shower but the sound of rain.  And then the song begins...  "Should I stay or should I go?"  The weather report called for snow, rain and maybe, some clearing late morning.  "Should I stay or should I go?"

The Fall Myopia Hunter Pace is a spectacular event and marks the end of the season with pure outside galloping fun.  And, it was a wintery morning...  Not what the plan called for...

Do you know what else is spectacular?  Riding with Sugar's 20-Sumtin' Friend.  You see, yesterday I threw out the "Do you think we should go?" bait and got nothing.  Then I threw in the old, "Do you think hunting and then doing the Hunter Pace is too much?'  Still nothing..

 This morning, the questions came from me and, I got nothing...  My renewed interest in photography and my desire to gallop my lil' pinto pony overrode my desire to do laundry and dishes.  We're gonna go no matter what the weather!  If raining, the remaining fall foliage will be brilliant and if it snowing... what a treat! 

You know what?   Us horse folk are soooo lucky!  We all took the opportunity, laughed at the weather and galloped through some of the most amazing hunt territory MA has to offer.  Some of us showed up in costume (you Harley Horses rocked, as did the green frog followed by three princesses), others nattily attired and most dressed for warmth. 

None of us complained...

As luck would have it... the day was an absolute blast!   

Sunday, October 27, 2013


Photo used with permission
Sometimes I wonder, what would Sugar be like today if she was owned by a professional... or a very talented 20 something?  She is so god-awful talented, athletic and of course beautiful... I do a good job with her but, I am a solid amateur rider - busy with a full-time, stressful career, middle aged and oddly brave with some things and a complete weeny in others.  I do wonder sometimes...

Yesterday I had a dressage lesson with a Man-With-An-Accent (MWAA) - the fabulous Niall Quirk.  There is something about a MWAA (or perhaps just Niall) that takes what is just ordinary and makes it Extraordinary!  Although, we worked on improving what we had, I felt that anything was possible (Spanish Riding School - watch out) and Sugar was right with me.

It's all about Connection.  Ok, you Dressage folks are saying, "DUH!  Of course its about connection, do you not read or listen to anything dressage related.  SIGH, you Eventers are sooooo backwoods..."    Yeah, I do know about Connection and I read/watch so many things about it that I probably could quote a few legends on the matter.   (Although not a parties, people frown on that..)

I'm not talking about the front to back, or the inside leg to outside hand or even hand to mouth (yes, I admit to using that "tool" sometime too).  I'm talking about that moment when horse, rider and instructor connect and every limitation, every ounce of self doubt and every fear slip away and the air is filled with realities and possibilities...  the crossover from ordinary to Extraordinary.

Sugar came into the lesson full of fire and brilliant energy.  This is the horse who makes me feel like a million bucks riding her.  All the fears I had of her being NQR  (not quite right), lame or broken were gone the second I moved away the mounting block. 

Ahhhhh...  this power and energy is fantastic to feel but can turn into an amazing display of naughtiness at any point... a professional would be able to channel that energy 99% of the time, a talented 20 something would laugh with her behavior and for me...  it's a toss up between - dueling angry mares, settling for trot truces, giving up in self derision or channeling it into something nice.

Photo taken by Lacey Odgen at the clinic with iPhone
Niall is a gifted clinician.  He has an amazing "can-do" attitude and his ability to direct our energy and our body is done simply and effectively.  No two lessons are the same and I leave with tools that keep what was taught moving forward.  My only regret was that he was here for just one day.  A girl is left with just a dream on what Day 2 with a MWAA would be like.

Oh yeah... Connection!  Of course, you silly Dressage folk, besides the mystical feeling of connecting with one's horse,  I did mean the amazing feel in your hands and under your seat true Connection.  Sugar may not have the big, wiggling body of a pure dressage horse but when her body gives, the tension releases and she relaxes into your hands... what happens is Extraordinary!

Sometimes I do wonder...  but I don't think Sugar ever does...

Wednesday, October 23, 2013


So I'm sitting here after another long day at work and feeling the sadness colored with a tinge of loneliness that often happens when I find myself swimming in the sea of workaholism.  And yes, this state of being is coupled with that ugliness called self pity.

A Wise Woman once said that your state of being is all about perspective and how one directs their energy.  Look for what you need and focus on what is good and it will come...
Photo used with permission www.flatlandfotos.om

Watch this video...  I did as my mood darkened.  I'll tell you this...  I will never again here this song without seeing those kids again.  It took a very catchy song and brought it to life.  Yeah, life seems very unsettled right now and work pulls at me every waking minute... but, my struggles are nothing compared to the real life battles those kids face. 

Another song for my Cross Country playlist!  Another piece of inspiration on or off Sugar's back.  Look out world here I come!

I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything

You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar

Now I’m floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero

You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready ’cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You'll hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You're gonna hear me roar...

Ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You'll hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You're gonna hear me roar...

Wednesday, October 9, 2013


Used with permission
Tonight was that night!

 It's funny sitting here in my chair still thinking about how good my ride was tonight...  we did not perfect the uphill canter or astound the lesson kids with an amazing trot big with suspension...  No, we did not do any of that!

What I had was a clear head, a willing horse, a grateful heart and a connection with another living body that made us one.  It was not brilliant and it's beauty may not have been beholden by anyone but me as a rider.  You see, our ride was filled with life and the joy of being together.

Was this feeling brought on by the Starbucks Latte Grande that graced my lips just a few hours before?  Or could it have been the result of a mind at rest, a mind that left work, at work or perhaps a combination of the two?  I say... it was the mind and not the caffeine.

Work has been incredibly hard and the expectations from the management team are extraordinary.  When you couple that with the stress of showing and add a busy social (right, not dating just running about and doing stuff), I may have gotten a bit... um... distracted and maybe, forgot the joy of having a partnership.

Used with permission
Tonight was that night that Sugar and I worked together, in harmony!  And, like a couple who had been drifting apart, our moments together had purpose but lacked joy... The loss of that joy was simply a mind that either would not or could not rest!

I am tired, really, really tired (actually head bobbing tired)... I left the barn tonight with a smile in my heart.  Sugar is truly a unique gift and I am sooo lucky to have the opportunity to enjoy that gift!  Lucky, Lucky me!

Tonight was that night!

Monday, September 30, 2013


Photo used with permission
Shhhhh, don't tell anyone but I really do want to be Number 1!  I want to achieve a goal that makes me stand out in a crowd...  to be on a podium accepting an award for outstanding achievement!  Yes, I want to be that person!  Yay me!

This weekend at the University of New Hampshire's Fall Horse Trials, I finally could say that I was Number 1.  Sugar and I, through epic efforts on both of our parts had the highest dressage score of all 200+ competitors!  What was that number you say?  It was a 57.6 - a new record for both of us.

Facebook is a funny thing...  that record made my non-horsey friends/family so proud of my achievement.  {{{My mom even congratulated me.}}}  And you all...  well, you actually can picture what a 57.6 looks in Eventing Dressage?  My Bestest Eventing Buddy remarked that it was the most exciting dressage test she's every watched...  like a train wreck - she couldn't turn away!

Winning the warm up once again, my lil' Pinto Pony was supple, animated, athletic and graceful...  Did I mention how beautiful she is or told you how I keep her so white?   Then as if the parking meter ran out and red lights started flashing, my lil' girl began to say, "I don't wanna!"  Yet, with encouragement from my Eventing Trainer, "we got her brain back" and headed to Ring 1.

Used with permission
Our scores begin like a perfectly normal test...  5, 7, 6, 7, 5, 6 and then we got to the free walk.  It was at this moment her brain fried and she said, "I have had enough!  Take me back to my lover or I will do it for you!"  3, 1, 1, 3, 4, 5.  Numbers do not describe the lovely "airs-above-the-ground", her levade, the lovely piaffe as I encouraged her to move forward, the passage as she acquiesced to my "gentle" prodding and finally after agreeing that the canter movement was a requirement, she finished the canter doing clean one tempe changes until I "asked" for the trot.  The five was a pretty nice square halt... phew! 

I withdrew before XC after going clean in Stadium the next day.  It was a very hard decision and one I wonder about even today.  In all the leaping and bounding in dressage, I felt a burning in my lower back that persisted despite ALOT of advil.  As we were warming up, I knew I was holding my back still and very cautious.  Ultimately, the decision was made in an effort to preserve my growing confidence. 

It's Monday and yet again, I continue to break rules (Eventing Rule #4 - No one cares on Monday).  I'm still laughing at the whole thing. Sugar's antics were hysterical...   I guess its hard being a teenager particularly when a parent asks you to leave your boyfriend for an hour to do some work around the house. 

Excuse me, I have to run to the barn tonight before Sug runs out and gets a tattoo just to prove, "I'm not the boss of her!"

Sunday, September 22, 2013


Daniel Stewart, himself
The story starts the Daniel Stewart Pressure Proof your Riding clinic...  "Way back when, at an International 3*, a Belgium* rider is just three fences from finishing when the horse is broadsided by a duck flying across the course.  Feathers fly and loud squawking occurs as the duck hits the ground...  The rider, rattled by the experience, stops and retires on course just three jumps from finishing...  She couldn't get her focus back!"

"Great riders master both the physical and the mental.  Today it's about increasing mental focus and confidence.  To experience your duck(s) and continue on..." 

And Folks... Game On!  Daniel Stewart was taking no prisoners.  His philosophy was to use the Overload Principle and "push us to fail"!  Our lessons should be harder than a competition and by pushing past your comfort zone, you get better!  Think about that...  overload our brains and teach us to be better by pushing us to fail.  Oh my!

One of the thing he pushed at the end was to "Pay it Forward"  To really embody the concepts and to make them your own, you have to give them away.  So, to be as succinct as possible...  here you go:

Camera couldn't quite capture the course
Our jumping exercise was called the Playground - Three lines of three jumps.  Each rider would have four rounds with each round getting more complicated.  DS would tell us what course to jump as we approached E.  His command would include the line (Outside, Diagonal, Bending, Center), how many jumps to jump AND the time to complete it.

 Every rider had 30 points to give up.  5 points for rails, going off course or taking the "near" side on a bending line, 1 point for every second off the time and 1 point for chipping in or taking the long spot.

Unfortunately, I completely blew it...  every single point.  You see, my Duck was chipping in.  I had the speed down, remembered the course (until the ducks showed up) and was competent.  When DS mentioned that I needed to work on doing the outside line better (improve the physical) so she wouldn't chip...  I began to focus on chipping in... even to the extent that I was counting them for the scribe.  And, "when you're ducking Ducks, you aren't riding!"  {{{OH MY!  I think we have something here.}}}

It was FABULOUS!  I haven't had this much fun jumping in a long time!  Like my horse, we both became more business-like (and less hysterical/spooky) when everything was quick, complicated and required focus.

DS - "Forget about being perfect!  Be excellent!  Focus on what is going well and you continue to improve."   "You are "Adults with Issues".  As you drive up the driveway to the barn, tuck all that craziness away and remember why you do this... for the love of your horse."

Our homework - (He gave us four things but said that we should only keep three):
  • Music as Motivation - Put together a Playlist after determining if you're the type of person who either needs to "pump it up" or "Calm Down".  Choose songs that motivate you, that have words that mean something to you.  Have as many as you want but choose 2 or 3 to become your Anthem. 
  • Develop Cue Words - Cues your focus.  He gave some awesome examples
    • STAR - Sit Tall And Release, Stop Thinking And Relax
    • BIG - Breathing Is Good
    • LOGO - Laugh Or Get Off
    • SUPER - Succeed Under Pressure Every Ride
  • Rituals as Stress Stoppers (not going to go into this 'cause its the 4th)
  • Targeting - Get in the Zone by targeting some thing in the ride that develops a state of flow - horses breath, sound of the tack... a cadence - "Be strong, push on!"
Fall day in New England - EXCELLENT!
And finally "Build your Equestrian Brand" by incorporating these tasks in to a brand.  For instance, the rider who had SUPER as the Cue Word also had Superman as her song, wore a Superman T-Shirt under her jacket and embodied the spirit.

DS's last comment before he left to catch his plan "Laughter heals and when we can laugh, we get better."

You know...  he's right!  I do this for fun!  I love my horse - quirks and all!  And you know what else, Sugar may be saying the same thing to her friends, "I love my person - quirks and all!  Thanks to Scarlet Hill Farm for hosting! 

* Two quick notes - It may have been another nationality he mentioned but I couldn't confirm on line so I'm going with Belgium.  And I didn't ride poorly and most of what I did was good (I think), I just blew everything on the last exercise (Outside, diagonal, center, bending - 10 jumps 45 seconds).  I got dinged for going off course, 15 seconds when I circled after  missed the center, and then got lost and stopped.)  It was still awesome!

Thursday, September 19, 2013


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Sometimes you need a head slap...  the kind you see in cartoons where the head completely spins around with stars and little birds flying around...  That kind - the reality check!  This post is my very own and very public HEAD SLAP!

It begins with a conversation with the Bestest Eventing Buddy where I hear myself lament/whine about all I have to do this weekend {{{What's a girl gonna do?}}}  Do I go fox hunting on Saturday?  Or should I take it easy Saturday and prepare for Sunday's Daniel Stewart Pressure Proof Your Riding clinic?  Then I heard these words come out of my mouth, "Just once I'd like to have a quiet weekend with nothing to do...  fox hunting Saturday, the clinic Sunday and then UNH Horse Trials next weekend....  Just once!"

OMG!  I have finally become my own clich├ęd "rich ,over-caffeinated, overbooked, unsatisfied white girl."  And for that I welcome all and frequent HEAD SLAPS (caps intended).
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AND, for all of those folks who heard me say (frequently) that, as a team, Sugar and I are retiring from eventing.  I would like to add, that Sugar is, in fact, in a RTR Retirement phase.  Translated, I "Reserve The Right" to retire Sugar and I, as a team, from eventing.  This statement can be further translated to mean, that Sugar and I are going to compete at UNH Horse Trials next weekend AND will continue to event next season at Beginner Novice until I can afford to keep two horses.  Which again is loosely translated as we will compete at BN forever or until the second show next year in which I decide to move up to Novice which will be the highest level I will compete with her (unless I move up to training).

That entire paragraph can be translated once more to mean - never listen to me when I'm at a show or XC schooling.  It's all a fantasy.

BEB doing her Prelim thing
Final thoughts are about FUN!   My Bestest Eventing Buddy and I have determined that the best time eventing is the ride home.  It's not that we don't love the grace and beauty of Dressage, the prescison of Stadium Jumping or the kick butt thrill of XC... we LOVE all of that!   We get to relive the best moments over and over again all the way home.  Add a iced Dunkin and it's magical.

As hard as this sport is (a thousand ways to lose), I love it!  I love how hard it is.  And although I've grown to hate my nerves, getting it done anyway is priceless.  I don't envy my Eventing or Dressage Trainer (I wouldn't want to be in their shoes) but I thank god more often than not that I have these amazing instructors in my life.

And, don't get me started on you all out there Eventing...  yeah you!  That's what makes it fun!  And I'm glad I'm here to enjoy it!

Monday, September 16, 2013


I really don't think any of us want to be thirteen again...  you know, that awkward, hormonal stage of your life where your desires overwhelm, emotions consume and everything feels so serious...  Does he like me?  Oh no, he is soo cute and I think he likes me!  Is that a pimple? Oh my god, my life is ruined!  {{{Squirrel!}}}}
What "fun" looks like - not!

What do you do when it happens at a show?  You know...  a day where your desire overwhelms, emotions consume and everything is so serious...  I for one, thought... hmmm I have spent alot of time, money and resources at working on "curing" my anxiety and for what? Waterworks! 

SHORT STORY - tied for fifth after dressage with a 34.8 ("Nice horse"), tied for fourth after stadium jumping and second place after cross country finishing on my dressage score.  But what is an event if all you're left with are numbers?

I was ok with the RF at Town Hill and still feeling fabulous about our performance up to fence 13.  Then someone at the barn said, simply, after hearing my story, "Well, you know what the definition of insanity is, right?  Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results..." 

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Calm, yet determined at
Town Hill Horse Trials
That statement, like termites on wet wood, began to eat at me until all I had left was the image of Sug spinning me off and galloping away.  I was defeated... done.  To do any more eventing on Sugar was insane and I had to retire her from the sport.  And, when I could afford two horses, go back to competing.

 I told my Bestest Eventing Buddy (and anyone else that I saw) that I "reserved the right" to not do any of the jumping phases if I felt it was going to be hard.  I was resolved and sad - Sugar and I as a team were retiring.

At GMHA, I decided to at least do dressage.  Here, Sugar was so soft and rideable in the warm up until she envoked her inner Mariah Carey by leaping and spinning into an amazing diva fit at the canter.  I got angry and wanted to do battle but I heard my trainer's voice to "bring her to a walk, get her brain back and then go back to the canter". 

It worked until another MC explosion and we did the equine equivalent of trying to figure out what Ms Sugar wanted...  "Excuse me Ms Carey, shall we ask the cute bay mare to move away? Or shall we sing your praises and scratch your wither?  "Doth the gray gelding with the big gaits disturb you?  Please, what is it that you want Madame?"  The rest of the warmup was geared to soothing the savage beast.

She was surprisingly rideable for the test.... nothing brilliant but enough 6's and 7's to be in the mid thirties.  I'll take it!

Stadium was at 4:18 and my mindset was detiorating.  "I will do this last SJ round and we are done! I will not do XC tomorrow.  This is it!  She is retired from eventing after this."   I walked the course twice and watched about 15 rides.  I was good to go and ready for the final round. 

What? A new ring and course?
One of the "funniest" things to watch is the faces of folks in the warm up when we find out that they switched rings on us and changed the course.  It was like a dam broke or someone kicked up a hornets nest...  the frenzy built and we all were rushing the ring like a fire broke out behind us.

Here is where I want to tell you that all the work I'm doing really paid off and that this little change was handled in stride and I stepped up to the plate like a pro.  Sigh...  not my story...  I crashed and burned like the 13 year old who just found out that he really didn't like her... 

I lost it!  I quit on the spot!  This was too much for my brain to handle!  "I am done!  I can not do this!  I am done!"  Tears, apologies to my trainer, more tears, gulping air, more tears and more apologies to my trainer.  "I can't handle this."

Apparently, I was just the third or fourth adult rider of hers that day with a breakdown.  So, with skill and I'm sure practice, she got me into the ring.  She told me that I could quit, no one would think me strange but why don't I act like she was teaching me a lesson and just do the course without walking it.  Just go in and ride Sugar like I did at Town Hill.  I sniffled, wiped my nose on my coat and gulped, "OK, but I'm not going XC tomorrow."
On our way home... Fence 13

I rode my spooky horse over jumps neither of us got to preview and we went clean.  The commentary was interesting - no cursing but alot of "Suuuuu gerrrrrrr, you will jump this!"  "Sugar, jump!" I am proud to say that I did not utter one curse word.

"Ok, I will ride Cross Country tomorrow but I reserve the right to retire her on course if she gives me one problem." 

Quick thing about the XC Course Walk with the Eventing Trainer...  At one point, I asked her which line to take coming out of the woods to fence 4 - this one which is slightly off set but I can do a bending line or this one which is very narrow that has me straight...  NEITHER, get out of the woods and ride it this way.  Her words of advice, "Don't do anything fancy...  just get straight at the jump and jump it." 

What?  Me, Quirky?
So over the weekend, Mariah Carey (aka Sugar) fell in love with her stall mate and traveling companion - The Fat One.  Her 13 year old experience was a hook up in the trailer and her parent keeping her away from illicit encounters.  He screamed his love for her as I warmed up and for every cry from his lips, she bounded upward in an exasperated attempt to return to their weekend hideaway.

5-4-3-2-1 HAVE A GREAT RIDE.  And as if a starting gate clanged open, Sugar was in a race to get back to TFO.  She wanted to spook but I kept riding her evenly and with energetic leg and she jumped.  This horse was on FIRE!  And as long as I stayed in the middle and "encouraged" her to go over the jump, she jumped.

You know, we both love a good gallop so I didn't nag or fight her most of the way.  Yet, twice I had to trot her to get some measure of attention...  going at Training speed is fine at Novice but at BN - not so much! And at one point, we blew by a tight turn.  I stopped her turned her around like a lady and cantered politely over jump.   

I did make one apology to the jump judge at fence 6 for screaming "SUGAR - JUST JUMP THE JUMP!".  This violation of The Four Rules of Eventing (Don't scare the spectators!) was about volume (thank god)!

Wooo hooo! Stayed in the tack
 all the way to the barn
And as I approached the final jump, I remembered a comment my Eventing Trainer said on our Course Walk...  "Keep the eye on the prize!"  And that statement carried us over the final jump.

And although I reserve the right to scratch my final event of the season and retire Sugar from eventing, we are scheduled to compete at UNH Fall Horse Trials in two weeks...  I just hope I age a bit more... maybe 26 is a good age - smart, cocky and unafraid...  hmmmm!

Sunday, September 1, 2013


Sometimes you just gotta break some rules...  you know... get a little bad, make a little madness and just let go!  Yeah, that feels real nice and a little naughty...  Unfortunately, as a Master (old) Rider, the only rules I'm breaking (and way too often) are Judy Rossi's Four Rules of Eventing:
Four Rules of Eventing
  1. Leave together and come back together
  2. Don't scare the spectators
  3. No crying in Eventing (unless its with sheer joy in the moment)
  4. Nobody cares on Monday
Course Walks at Sunset...  a bonus for Eventers!
The only rule I did not break at Town Hill Horse Trials this weekend is #3.  I did not cry and I believe after I had a moment of cursing as I watched the white buttocks galloping away, I laughed.  We were having a most awesome XC run... galloping in stride, a horse jumping up and under me and a lightness of heart and the thrill of the moment...  until that second when I over-reacted and Ms Sugar reacted in kind and thus broke Rules #2 and then Rule #1.  And I will be telling this story again on Monday (#4).

Sometimes a trainer is just a trainer - "Do this, more hind leg, do that again and (my personal favorite) Well, I wouldn't have done it THAT way!" - tuning you up to perform well, maybe even better than expected.   And other times... their words are sheer genius...  At Town Hill, my Eventing Trainer did not tell me to "get after her", "growl at her", "get a little mad", "be mad"...  no, this time she quietly said, "Ride her calmly and tactfully!  Let her know you mean business but be calm, be tactful and pat her if she seems to be ramping up.  Be determined, calm and tactful!"

Hmmm, do you think she was trying to make a point?
Bestest Eventing Buddy at PT

Sug had the agitation of a mare in high heat.  I had her brain but it seemed to be perched on the edge of a Mariah Carey diva fit.  She warmed up like a lady for dressage with just an occasional leap.  Calmly and tactfully using walk trot transitions to keep her brain and engage her body.  Canter leg yields loosened her up where I actually felt a supple back and neck.  Then we moved to the second warm up area between the two dressage rings and wah lah, like magic, Mariah Carey showed up.  And, the challenge was to make it to the arena without an explosion. 

Our dressage test was much like my college grades...  A's and F's with little in between.   I do think we impressed the judge with tempe changes on the right lead canter circle.  We got a 5 for the movement (generous) but I think she gave me the extra point for clean changes on a 20 meter circle.  35.4 - 10th place - "Tactful ride on difficult tense horse."  Middle of the Pack - Yay us! 

On to the jumping phases!  The progress I'm making on my nerves (panic attacks/anxiety) is steady.  I'm no where near cured and still scream in my head before the jumping phases.  I'm just getting better slowly.  I've learned to meditate and clear my brain of demons as often as possible... slowly.  The work I'm doing on my anxiety has everything to do with "being in the moment" and breathing with deep yoga breathes... soothing me, allowing life to fill my lungs and relaxing my horse. 

Town Hill is a fabulous event which upped the anty this year.  Tremaine Cooper redid the XC track and it was a great improvement on an already fine venue.  The course was gallopy, used the undulation of the Connecticut hills and added some great questions (not for horses new at this level).  Stadium Jumping is always challenging here but Sug and I seem to like it because we always go clean.  This year's had some fascinating turns that made it look fun.

Our Stadium Jumping was the best ever!  We were calm.  I rode tactfully, tight in the tack with a strong lower leg.  I allowed her to jump after making it clear (calmly) that nothing would jump out and bite her.  And she did in the most hunterly fashion... in rhythm with a good jump.  I was elated - Double Clear!  Then off to XC.

(I have witnesses...)

Our XC run was amazing... for the first time in a long time, we galloped at jumps and jumped them in stride.  Nothing seemed to bother us...  not the white house with the green top (#3), not the big brush jump, not even the ditch four strides to the gray house (#7 & #8).  My trainer felt that I was a little tough with my seat at the feeder combination (#10a and b).  My line through the water took us in the path of a Training house and I knew if I had asked she would have taken it.  She galloped through that water and then two strides up and over the roll top.
This is the buttocks
Picture it riderless! ;)

Fence 13 is a bench filled with hay bales.  Now, if you read this blog you might know that Sug and I have "hay bale issues".  Many an E has been at hay bale filled jumps - not all - but many.  I was determined to JUMP THAT JUMP!  When Sugar picked her head up, 7 strides away, in a spook like motion, I spanked her (hard?) on her shoulder.  And, my athletic-one-tempe-changes-can-canter-in-place-and-leap-into-the-air lil' pinto pony did a 180, spinning her Master (old) Rider off onto the ground just three jumps from the finish.

The poor jump judge...  After she asked me if I was ok, she said somewhat still startled, "You guys looked great through the water.  I never saw anything spin so fast!"  Thus violating #2 - Don't scare the spectators.

It was not a tactful correction followed up by a supporting leg.  It was an over-reaction to a perceived threat that, I believe, actually proved to Sugar that something will jump out and bite her.  Yes, she was over dramatic...  I think if I had followed the day's advice, "Be determined! Ride calmly and tactifully!" at worse we would have had a refusal but maybe we would have jumped the jump.  Who knows!

Those ears, like that, are telling a story!
Best line of the day...  Sug took off like her butt was on fire.  (God, she is beautiful galloping riderless!)  And after being caught, they asked my Bestest Eventing Buddy if she wanted the vet to look at her...  Stonefaced and innocent she replied, "Why?  Does she want to euthanize her?"  Gotta love Eventers!

Next time...  maybe we won't need the GRRRRR, maybe we should use the grrrrr instead!  I'm still smiling...  it was a good weekend that might have been great!  I'll smile knowing that it was good and be ok with that!