Spoiler
Essays are not my strong point. Please rip it to shreds!
The steady tempo of my horse’s hoof beats thunder in my ears as we canter around the arena. I hear nothing else; I am immersed in the moment, liberated from the worries that usually overshadow me. When I began riding lessons as a ten year old, I was just a kid who loved spending time around animals. I laughed at the tickle of a horse’s velvety muzzle as it ate a carrot out of my hands. Years later, dressage is not some insignificant hobby buried amidst my other sports and activities. It is my refuge. Without it, I am incomplete.
To the inexperienced, dressage lacks the excitement of jumping or racing as horses prance around the arena to a fixed pattern. The true difficulty is masked by years and years of dedicated human athletes striving to make their riding look effortless.
As I try to reach their exacting standards, I ride four or five times every week on my own horse and several more times on another mare at the barn. Even when I’m not in the saddle, I train using Pilates and cardiovascular workouts.
I compete at 1st level and have won High Point awards at several competitions this year with Stella. I am still at the lower levels, but I try to comprehend the sport’s nuances by pouring over books and watching the performances of top riders. The best in the sport look like passengers. Their ongoing conversation with the horse is undetectable to observers.
My horse has forgiven my countless mistakes and taught me lessons that relate to all aspects of my life. I use my seats, hands and legs to communicate, attempting to speak to her with the slightest change in pressure.
Things don’t always go as planned. Sometimes, she doesn’t understand my request. Even when it is frustrating, it is my responsibility to phrase the question differently. When the demand makes sense to her, Stella performs exactly as I asked.
My horse has helped me become an effective communicator, and I often apply what she has taught me to other situations. When I am explaining something and the other person is confused, I now search out alternate explanations. Stella has made me more tolerant of mistakes and communication gaps, even though I used to work best independently. Thanks to her help over the last seven years, I have become a better rider and a better person.
