Once upon a time I was bursting with so much confidence that I really had no idea what being scared felt like. I jumped big ditches, galloped so fast my eyes flooded with tears and I made no fuss about getting on and showing people what I was made of. Roll forward to my late twenties and this was not the pretty picture it once was…
Who knows what it was, but I just couldn’t seem to find my confidence anywhere. Some days, even now, I wake up full of enthusiasm, sit at my desk entering my over horsed self for an event nd then clicking the ‘close window’ button at the very last minute.
I have, in fact, got two very nice horses now, one that on paper is highly equipped for the job that lays before us. In 2013 I royally over horsed myself with a ‘notoriously tricky’ Master Imp 5 year old who proved them all wrong and soon took on the role of ‘granny carrying’ pottering about a local combined training or fun show, getting nice and fat and consequently – nice and slow!
In a previous life (only 10 years ago) I had evented, hunted 19 seasons and jumped banks and ditches that put the Grand Canyon to shame, I hope you enjoy following my woes of trying to claw back a single shred of dignity and self-confidence whilst I try my hardest to become a better rider and learn to love being out competing again.