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Why Mere Mortals?

If, like me, you’re a mere mortal struggling with a sport requiring supernatural skill, grace, and absurdly long legs, this blog is for you. Surely we dressage riders are gluttons for punishment. Why else would we choose a sport where e.v.e.r.y single movement is judged on a scale of 1 to 10; and you’re more likely to get hit by lightning while marrying Elvis than score a 10.

Clearly this is a sport where the gods are amused at our mortal attempts to attain perfection.

Join me on a journey to reconcile my love of dressage with my lack of talent. Mine is a story of doing my best with a rebellious body and a wandering mind. Perhaps you sometimes feel the same.

The constraints of family and work; a body built with  design flaws; and limited finances have made pursuing this sport a start again/stop again endeavor for me. If I could borrow an extra lifetime to learn dressage, I might finally graduate to the next level.

Micah & I try to make sense of First Level, Test 1

Micah & I try to make sense of First Level, Test 1

How I love dressage — and how it humbles me as I start over and over again.

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Dressage Fun Day

Dressage is such an exacting and demanding sport that few people associate it with fun.

Not so today, at Natalie Perry Dressage, where trainers Natalie Perry and Mari Valeschini organized 2015’s first Dressage Fun Day. Over a dozen Central Oregon dressage fans gathered to watch and/or join in low-key exercises over cavaletti and around cones. We took turns playing follow the leader, which is an excellent way to encourage horses to accept any order in the arena, regardless of their personal preference for leadership or bringing up the rear.

I was especially excited to join in, as I’d missed last year’s Fun Days due to travel. I had fantasies about ‘kicking ass’ with Micah, the super mellow Westfalen gelding I’m leasing, forgetting that this was not a competitive event. Still, given that I’ve had several horses that were ‘pistols’ (shorthand for ‘occasionally out of control’), going to a multi-horse event without fear of catastrophe is a great thing.

Alas, on Fun Day morning, I got a text telling me that Micah had lost a shoe. But before I could shed a tear, Natalie suggested that I ride Dante’.

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