Dressaggge.

O.M.G.

I realized that switching disciplines would be difficult. But not this difficult. Last week, couldn't canter to save my life. This week, couldn't walk in a straight line, get out of corners or the middle of the arena.

I've never ridden a horse that is completely push button. Sounds easy right? So wrong. It'll be easy once I've found those buttons, but until then, I'm a terrible rider. I keep doing something with my body that tells Gillian (my horse) that I want something that I don't want. So it's not her fault, it's mine.

My new mantra:
I am a good rider. I am a good rider. I am a good rider.

Right?
xoxo