The day started off with me waking up at 1:30 am for no reason and unable to fall back to sleep.
At 5:00 am, I braid up Joy and try a new technique I read about. I give her a thorough brushing, brush out her tail, and stand back to admire this glossy and beautiful pony. I almost take a pic of her, but decide not to.
I run inside to change and grab something to eat.
It’s load up time (which is always kind of hit or miss with Joy). I run out to the barn to grab Joy and she’s COVERED in poop. Top to bottom coated in it.
Now we’re running behind.
It’s STILL DARK OUT!!!!
I grab the pony and head over to the trailer to load. The trailer is a black pit. Joy balks.
I finally convince her to get in. My other horse, Levi, is hollering his fool head off. Joy’s hollering back. Everyone’s upset. I’m rattled. We’re late. I’m freaking! And our running lights refuse to work. Did I mention it’s still dark out.
By the time we pull in to the show grounds, it’s finally light out. I see SA there already. She was looking calm and cool. Her majestic mare was unloaded and calmly eating hay.
We pull in and I feel like a too-wired coffee fanatic with a semi-feral pony. My heart is pounding, my hands are shaking, Joy’s screaming inside the trailer.
The slope on the parking spot was so great that I felt like I hurled Joy off a cliff to unload her.
It is at this point we realize we have lights INSIDE of the trailer. That would’ve been useful to know an hour earlier.
Joy was a ball of nerves. Her whinnies are ear shattering. I decided to hop on and put her through a warm-up to settle her down. It’s either that or lose my hearing.
Oh, and Joy’s braids are slowly popping out, one by one.
First Level Test 3.
Why would a show host put Test 3 first thing in the morning?! So sadistic!
I’ve got my test memorized. My pony is responsive and feeling good. My body is working fairly well for the lack of sleep and earliness of the day. I’m a little tense, but I’m okay.
And then I realized I would have to approach the judge’s booth to give my number. The booth where my old trainer sits. The one I’ve burnt my bridge with….
Wait… it was…. pleasant!
The whistle blows!
I entered at A.
First center line and I’m feeling okay about this. We’re fairly straight. Halt, salute. All good. Ask to trot forward and Joy decides she has the world’s worst itch that she has to scratch right at that moment.
I get to about the half-way point in the test and my brain blanks. What comes next?!?! Suddenly all I can think is ‘Please don’t let her blow the whistle for off course.’
Just as I’m at max freak out, I remember the rest of the test.
Joy and I spent the rest of the test bouncing between stalling out and rushing forward, but we nail the leg yields and do passably well on the canter loops. Yay!
Then it was SA’s turn.
She enters the arena looking poised and elegant in her maroon jacket and matching fly bonnet.
And that is the exact moment someone wanted to talk to me and I missed the rest of her ride.
I caught moments of it. She does a better lengthen. Her canter is better. I can’t tell from my view point, but her centerline and halts look better.
The scores take forever to come out, and it’s a hike to go get them, so I have no idea how I’ve done by the time the second class starts.
I’m pretty certain at this point that the whole thing is moot. I didn’t feel like the first ride went very well. There’s no way I can beat SA or SC’s highest percentage scores for year end awards (I had NEVER gotten a score higher than a 63 all year). It’s hot, I’m tired, and I can barely remember the tests.
First Level Test 1
Why am I always first to go?
Another braid popped out.
I put my game face on. I enter the arena.
Our trot work goes okay. Again, our canter work was lacking.
We get through it. The test seems easy in comparison to the first ride. I’m tired. Joy’s tired. Some good spots, some bad.
I noticed Joy HAD to take one final step at EVERY SINGLE HALT at this show.
At this point, I’m still under the impression that I’m just putting in the face time to get the Year End Reserve Points spot because SC didn’t show up.
We finish the test and I hop off. Joy’s soaked in sweat. Lathered. When I scratch her neck it turns white. It’s hot and she’s been working on building her winter coat for a few weeks now.
I pull her tack, hose her off and cool her down, and then run over to the office to scratch the last test.
When I tell the office manager I’m scratching the last test, she screeches “WHAT?!?!”
I thought “Oh, how sweet, she’s worried about my pony”.
Instead she says, “Your going to win High Point if you do the last test. Get back on your pony!!” She said it with such conviction and authority that I damn near ran back to tack up my pony. lol!
I take a moment to consider how much I love ribbons, but I love my pony more and she’s been so good that I’d rather we end the show season at this point.
I tell her again I’m scratching, hand her my bridle number.
First Level Test 3: 67.361% – https://youtu.be/VXihZHfaCYE
First Level Test 1: 68.793% – https://youtu.be/Cr-OQoPuNzE
We won Champion High Percentage and Champion High Point.
I found that twist highly ironic.
The final scores for all the riders:
One last thing.. and more important than the show…
SA did really well with her mare. She has a horse that I highly doubt anyone else could’ve gotten to this point, and even though I have no doubt SA will be able to move the mare up the levels, she will always struggle with this mare… And, this is the first horse SA has trained herself. Joy is my fourth I think. SA is not only a very talented rider, but a great sportswoman and wonderful friend. She’s someone I feel really honored to be able to compete against, and she’s a strong competitor who brings out the best in me.
At the show, we parked next to each other. After SA’s second ride she tells me that some jerk bystander (not riding) made an extremely rude and derogatory comment about her size. I mean, horrible comment. SA took it in stride. I lost my shit about it. SA rode her final test (Test 2) after the comment. I can’t even express how much I admire her.
While she was riding her final test, I reported the jerkoff to the show managers and they scurried him off the show grounds.
For everyone else out there showing or riding, and you’re not feeling the most confident about your weight… You’re amazing! Go ride, and I’ll flying tackle the basement dwelling jerkoffs when they show up.