Guy is a BIG boy. He is 17.1hh 6-year-old whose head is roughly the length of my entire arm. When you're up on his back, you sort of have to appreciate that the ground is a looooooong way away. I have always been a confident rider and have never been scared on a horse until the first crash off of Guy.
We were riding a lesson with my old coach, who also happens to be Guy's owner. We were working on keeping his excitement levels down when jumping outside, because he had proven to get really strong and full of himself when we worked outdoors. He jumped a tiny vertical nicely a couple of times, so my coach raised it (it was still only about 2' high). Unfortunately, as Guy was jumping, my coach's young dog (a herding breed) ran out at him and spooked him (don't ask me why the dog was loose around a working horse, I couldn't tell you). Guy took off with me and ran straight at the barn. He ignored all of my attempts to stop him, to circle him, to do anything but tear blindly in the direction of home. As the barn approached, I couldn't help thinking in increasing panic, "He HAS to stop. There's no WAY he's going to keep going." Well, I was partly right. He did stop, but slid on the gravel outside the barn and swung around, leaving me to fly off his back, hit the side of the barn with the right side of my body, and fall to the ground.
Needless to say, that left me quite bruised and sore. I bruised some ribs and had huge, ugly, yellowish-black-purplish bruises all down the right side of my body. I took a day off from work, rested up, and was back in the saddle after about a week. I made the decision at that point to ride my coach's older, packer Quarter Horse mare for a while in lessons, rather than Guy, because I felt like jumping and the whole course was set up outside.
Fast-forward a couple of weeks. I had already made the decision to stop part-boarding Guy and to move to a new barn. I had met Brady and Bea and made arrangements to begin part-boarding him as of September 1st. Unfortunately, that meant that there were about 3 weeks left in August when I would have no horse to ride. Upon the urging of the Boyfriend, who didn't want to hear me whine for 3 weeks about not riding, I decided to go back and do a few more lessons with my old coach.
I got there, I told her I was interested in working on the flat, and she gave me the choice of riding Guy or the Packer QH. I hadn't ridden Guy in ages, we were just going to work on the flat and my coach implied several times that she had worked him and he was being good, so I decided to go with Guy.
I knew he wasn't quite right as soon as I hopped on. He was a little hot, but also felt really stiff at the walk, as though he hadn't done work in a while. He was lazy while we worked at the trot, really not showing any interest in extending. When I asked him to canter the first time, he grudgingly picked up the correct lead, but broke back to the trot after half a round of the outdoor "ring" we were working in. When I asked him to canter again, he tossed my ass up on to his neck, and then up and over his enormous head. I landed hard on my shoulder and wound up with this terrible injury that I would never, ever wish on ANYONE:
So, my part-boarding plans with Brady have had to be pushed back. Bea has been very understanding and we think that October 1st might be a better start date. She has invited me to visit and to work with Brady on the ground, which I plan on doing as soon as I get my doctor's approval (hopefully that will happen tomorrow!). In the meantime, I do a lot of sitting completely still, and wishing that I had never gone back to a barn that I knew wasn't particularly well-run...and this is definitely NOT the way that I would have chosen to learn this lesson.



