Regaining Confidence in the Saddle
I'm confident, right? |
In my younger years I was fearless. Back then, a broken arm was a symbol of what a bad ass I was; now it's all co-pays and time off work and wardrobe considerations.
So last month I finally committed myself to going back for riding lessons to rebuild my confidence. Together with Liz Snoblen of Equinox Farm in Highland, I'm taking it one week at a time. And so far, it's going pretty well. Liz puts me on her "confidence builders" and throws a few challenges my way, and I'm slowly getting back to where I was just months before.
But the horse giveth and the horse taketh away, and confidence is not something that can be bought or bestowed upon. It's a constant work in progress. A couple of weeks into lessons I overestimated my progress and hopped back onto our 3 year old mare. A few minutes into our "ride", she and I both recognized my fear and after a few crow-hops and a bucking spree that left my inner thighs looking like ground beef, I took a small step back.
For those of you in a similar position, give this a try: Find a drama-free, low key riding stable in your area, "interview" trainers until you find one you trust, and start from scratch.
When I started out at Equinox, I asked Liz to treat me as an absolute beginner; to make no assumptions about what I may or may not know and to advance me as fast or as slow as my skills and confidence would allow. And so far it's been working out alright.
4 Comments:
Thank you for sharing your story. As someone who has gone from being a fearless rider as a kid to a knee-knocking, gut lurching trembling rider at 50 something, I appreciate your candor and vulnerability.
Now that it's warming up I'm going to get my 3 kids back to the Equestrian Center and begin lessons again. They love it and it's a wonderful facility with a wonderful trainer (Gaylord Equestrian Center in Gaylord, MI). You're right about being with a trainer you trust and for us, we love Liz K. and how great she is instructing kids to ride. Enjoy your lessons, Marissa!
Quotable: "Back then, a broken arm was a symbol of what a bad ass I was; now it's all co-pays and time off work and wardrobe considerations."
Funny and so true. I hope Tex helps!
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