||[May. 13th, 2010|11:28 pm]
Oh I got to gallop Lea today. Little Connemara who goes faster than any other horse I've ever ridden. She loves to gallop. Sometimes I wonder if she'd pick galloping over eating, seriously. Well, not that much, she is a horse after all.
Today the field at the bottom of the hill was dry enough to use (which is why we got to gallop). Once Lea saw the field she got way excited. Jig jig jig jig jig jig.....I confess I let her jig about because I was excited too. Then she stepped on the field ...and exploded. Lea doesn't just gallop, this is a balls-to-the-wall, all out fast-fest. Seriously. And then I ask her to slow down and am ignored completely. Utterly! Finally she gets out of breath enough that she HAS to slow down and we take a walk break. Uh, kinda.
As soon as she's got her breath back she's asking to go again. Walk picks up, tenses, ears flick back. A few jig steps. Then all I have to do is pick up the reins, say "go" at a whisper, and we're off. Rinse and repeat.
She stood for about 10 minutes when a little girl cooed and petted her. Lea just about fell asleep (she's not nervous she just likes to go fast). I pick up the reins, head back to the field and boom! we're off again.
In the end, I "cut her off" because she IS 26. And sometimes she doesn't realize she's not as fit as she used to be. And she jigged all the way home, asking, asking, asking.