Today’s lesson was about my stupid legs.
Acting independently from my brain — who is supposed to be in charge — my legs pinch or pull up and my feet dangle in the stirrups. Rising trot is fine. Sitting trot, bleck.
I love sitting trot. I bounce along in motion with my horse, happy with or without stirrups. In fact, happier without stirrups – because they point out the problem.
I discuss the issue with Natalie at the start of our lesson and she says, “It sounds like a good day for a lunge lesson!”