Dressage is my kryptonite. Stretch and I can be a cross-country machine and have the finesse to jump a clear stadium round, but oftentimes, and especially now, dressage eludes us. Nine out of ten times we cannot get a proper transition. Trotting on the bit, good luck! Bending to the right, well, that is a thing of the past. This is not a comforting discovery when MeadowCreek is only three weeks away! If dressage basics are so far out of reach, how the heck are we supposed to make it through an entire test?! Every great once in a while the sky opens up and the Dressage Gods smile down on us as a glimmer of hope emerges. I realize that the perfect dressage pony I had a year ago is still in there... somewhere. But, alas, the consistency and fluidity quickly fades away and I am once again left riding the equine version of a llama.
I really figured that working at a dressage farm would help improve MY dressage, and to some extent it has. My position is better and I can get good, quality work out of every horse but my own. Sigh. Dressage remains an ellusive little creature that frequently escapes our grasp. However, it will not win. Stretch and I will conquer dressage, eventually. We were so close before he got injured last year and I keep trying to hang on to that little ray of sunshine. If nothing else, MeadowCreek will be a learning experience. Right?
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