|March 31, 2015||Posted by Melinda under Uncategorized|
Do you see what I see?
Funder told me “your saddle is off to the right, but you are centered on your horse”.
I found that odd because when I looked down at the front of my saddle, my crouch was generally lined up with the center of the saddle, which was also generally in line with the center of the pad, AND Farley’s centerline.
I did feel like I couldn’t quite get my hips straight but since I’m not a remarkably straight person I usually chalk it up to some inadequacy of my part.
It’s so hard for me to remember to do, and be motivated to do, tack adjustments.
Let’s face it. To really fix anything the whole damn thing has to come off the horse and usually there is a million thing to unsnap/untie/unvelcro until you can get to where the real problem is.
Nobody got time for dat!
So in the moment I sorta curse and poke at something and convince myself it is “fixed”, and that I will *absolutely* get it fixed before my next ride.
But then the long ride is done, I’m usually later than I said I would be getting home and it’s a mad dash to throw everything in the trailer and be on my way.
And if you ride as infrequently as I do, then it isn’t until that next long ride that you mount up and realize that it’s still not fixed.
But surely it can’t be as bad as I remember it? So I do some more minor cursing and poking and of course, it’s still not fixed.
Case in point. The position of my stirrup leathers.
On my very first trail ride with hills (the trails by my house are very flat) back in January I realized the stirrup leathers were too far back. It was IMPOSSIBLE for me to bring my leg and thigh underneath me enough to keep me balanced trotting down hill, especially if there was a sudden halt (or buck) thrown in.
But since I hadn’t actually fallen off the horse and all the afore mentioned reasons, it STILL wasn’t fixed when I went out with Funder last weekend.
However, finished my lunch in typical chow hound fashion, Farley being a complete ass about bucking (she must have heard my comment earlier in the week about how safe a horse she was), and still being on lunch break due to some un-named post pregnant women secretion business, I had time on my hands.
I unhooked one saddle bag. Untied the seat cover, unvelcroed the seat….and voila! managed to position my stirrup bar about 1/2” farther forward.
It was a bloody miracle. Gone was the struggle to keep my thigh in the proper position when trotting down hill, and as far as the bucking? Go ahead Farley! Give me your best shot! (she didn’t, perhaps sensing my current patience level with 16 year old ponies impersonating their 3 year old sisters).
I sorta kinda hoped that the saddle leathers being slightly off would also explain the saddle’s persistent tilt to the right.
When I pulled the saddle and pad off post ride, I had a perfect sweat pattern with no back soreness. Yeah! Proof that all was right in the world.
Except it wasn’t.
Because then Funder shared the pictures.
YEEPERS. (The one above isn’t even the worse one. THAT would be the one that my saddle is off center AND my stirrups are off as well. I just couldn’t bring myself to put it in public yet. Don’t worry. The time will come when I will feel the need to share “worst riding photos” and it will be posted)
OMG I have to fix that NOW. Pictures are powerful things…..
I suspected what had happened was that the specialized foam pads I velcroed to the underside of my free form (to form soft panels) had slightly shifted.
I went out to the stable the NEXT DAY and checked it out.
Sure enough, one of the pads had shifted about 1/2-3/4” at the back. The front was still perfect.
I *think* it was enough to shift the saddle over, explain why the front of the saddle wasn’t affected, and explain why I in the last ride or two (which takes us to the beginning of February, since I’ve been too lazy to get the saddle out of the trailer and just ride bareback at the barn) I couldn’t get my hips straight.
Note that I didn’t bother actually putting the saddle on the horse and mounting up – that would have been too much work. Much better to obliviously go on another long ride, convinced I have solved the problem.
Note to self. Be more OCD about my tack.
I’ve started another out of town externship (2 weeks). I don’t have internet where I am staying, so I’m writing these posts offline and then will post them whenever I get into town. Which will entirely depend on the frequency of after hours calls I get! My only internet on a day to day basis is my (rapidly pissing me off because it keeps freezing) smart phone.
They found Whitney’s dog. I’m trying to do what’s good for my mental health and not be too obsessive about the news. I’m also trying to stay out of, and not be bitter about the media in general. I am not choosing to make my grief into a public spectacle and really trying hard not to resent some of my classmates that seem to thrive by being in the spotlight right now. Each of us has a different way of processing our grief and if that is helping them, then how wrong can it be? I guess having been through a personal tragedy recently I’m angry at how oblivious some of the comments are and the assumptions of “what the family wants” – but again, who am I to define either the family’s or my classmates grief based on *me*?
I STILL have freakin’ poison oak on my arm. I am NOT reinfecting myself. They are NOT flea bites. It’s definitely a contact reaction (little blisters). And I am DONE with it. It’s just such a weird pattern. Reminds me of chicken pox. Only on my arm. EXCEPT ITS NOT CHICKEN POX. You know when something itches it’s like 1/4 of your self control well that keeps you from totally overreacting at things is already empty? Yeah. It’s like that.
ML is doing well. I’m slogging through a backlog of posts, but notes of when I got out to play with her last week are upcoming. She’s dominant, smart, and confident and if I’m being completely honest, sorta scares me right now. Because in another month it will be my job again to entertain that horse. And let me tell you. That is harder then in sounds for a pony that would probably be fully entertained by conditioning for endurance, but is WAY TOO YOUNG for that so I’ll have to think up alternative shit. Sigh.
The house: Thanks everyone for the comments and advice. Because our lease is handled by a property management company instead of directly with the owner, our situation is a little different from just not paying the rent. We are under contract with the PMC and for the sake of a future rental referral and/or credit, not paying the rent is not an option. There’s an upside to it as well: our massive deposit (3 large dogs) is safe and we will likely see (most) of it again! I think we’ve settled on renting for at least another year rather then buying and so now the nail biting begins on whether we jump ship or wait until the bitter end. Because really. With the year I’ve had, who knows what the bitter end might look like? Intriguing….