Sometime last week I told her that I thought it would be a really good idea if we jumped a course in our Thursday lesson. And let's not piddle around. Best if we skip a warm up fence and just do a nice 2'6"/ 2'9" hunter course.
WHAT WAS I THINKING!?!?!?!?!
On the eve of my supposed jump around I'm a bit of a wreck. And by wreck I mean- every time I think about it my palms and feet start to sweat! My heart might actually be racing as I write this post (it may also be the multiple cups of coffee consumed today).
I know that there will be one of three outcomes here. I will wuss out entirely and just work on my canter (frankly a legitimate need), that I'll panic riding up to the first fence and scare myself, or I will channel my nervous energy into a lovely course and then call it done.
I'm going to work on visualizing number three and hope for the best. And look at calming photos of Wilbur who lives in his field and who I hand walk around the property. Ah- the easy life devoid of all expectations.