I've been home like two weeks and I am seriously sick of the rain and mud.
Everything is wet.
Everything is muddy.
Everything is moist.
There are puddles and mud everywhere.
BOY DID I TAKE THAT PRECIOUS ARENA FOR GRANTED.
Besides a brief 3 week layover, I never once went without a covered arena in MO, and even in rain the outdoors were fine. It made me forget all the woes of training and OTTB in muddy fields and having to suck it up and board over the winters (please dear god no). It makes me wonder how I ever got so far with Yankee and then I remember OH YEAH the most progression came with an arena.
WHAT HAVE I DONE.
My inner eventer is being shoved aside as my DQ makes an appearance. Its seriously just...so hard. Okay. I want flat. And sandy.
Nonetheless the boys are being okay sports about it.
Poor Bacardi is slipping all over the place and getting frustrated because he simply isn't strong enough to maintain proper bend or frame on DRY GROUND and I'm just sittin in the saddle like, "this sucks" because I can't get mad at him for insubordination. He's trying pretty hard though.
And Yankee is a total diva about mud. Like, refuses to step in it at all. So we've been doing lots and lots and lots of 15m trot work on the flattest part of the field with the least amount of mud. Jesus.. Its been...fun.
Running out of ideas here.
Today I guess I will take each boy down the road...up and down up and down. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
I just want it to stop raining. Am I being too whiny? Probably. First world problems.
And then there's this... of Yankee having a thoroughbred moment.
He literally galloped around for 7 minutes straight, as hard and fast as he could. Was having a ball! So adorable <3 br="">3>
I still miss jumping.