My Previous Golden Rule: If My Tush is </= My Horse’s Tush, Life Is Good. Photo by Elizabeth Skuba

I’m going to take a brief moment to say that this is not a post about the need to be as thin as stick insect in order to ride, or a sizist indictment of anyone who happens to wear breeches above size 2.

I’m 5’6″, 41 years old, and wear a size that ranges between single and low double digits, depending on the day and the manufacturer.  I’m a little below the “average” size for American women, and like to think I fall somewhere between “Step away from the Tastycakes, ma’am” and Demi Moore.

Let’s just say common adjectives (the printable ones) used to describe me are statuesque, curvy, or voluptuous.  To paraphrase my favorite mule, Fenway Bartholomule, I try not to think of it as a hay belly, but rather as insurance against famine. (Thanks, Fen!)

Again, let me be clear: This is about my desire to be a better rider, not a commentary on the size/fitness/weight issues of the American riding public or a “I wanna look good in skinny jeans” rant.  The former I’ll leave to George Morris, the latter we’ll just leave well enough alone.

The (admittedly somewhat vague) plan, which began tonight:

# 1.  Ride without spurs.  Sug’s a lazy beast unless she’s got a fence in front of her.  No spurs means I don’t have my pony prods to use as a crutch.  I did cheat a bit and carry a dressage whip because who are we kidding?  I’m no martyr!  Anyway, the point is, I really had to WORK for any impulsion we had!

#2. Warm up trotting in two point.  Start off with 5 minutes and increase.  I had the barn to myself tonight, so thankfully no one was there to see the inauspicious start to Boot Camp.  I made it through 5 minutes of two point at the trot, although I’ll admit I was clock watching from the outset and praying to my Higher Power by Minute Two. (Let’s face it, I was praying to all the deities I could think of by the third minute.  Buddha, Krishna, Macha; I wasn’t picky.)

#3. Five minutes Up-Up-Down posting. Not so bad.  Was sweating like a pig, though.

#4. 5 minute trot and canter sets incorporating basic suppling work, working on getting her in front of my leg (Leg?  What leg?) and maintaining a consistent rhythm.  Let’s just say both of us were sucking air by the end of this exercise.

Note – both horse and rider benefited from generous walk breaks between sets.

I disagree.  The walk breaks were not generous, they were egregiously short.  I want to speak to my union representative.

Thanks, Sug.  Your opinion is always appreciated.

#5.  Just for kicks and grins, I decided to see how many laps I could do while posting without stirrups.  I’ve always entertained the fantasy of doing a month of riding without stirrups.  Kind of seems like one of those Holy Grail of riding things.  Let’s just say this is an ambitious goal, as the last time my trainer had me post without stirrups in a lesson she offered me this feedback, “Um, your ass actually has to leave the saddle.”  I’m not kidding.  My butt certainly left the saddle after that comment, as I laughed so hard I almost came off.

I made it around.  A couple of times. With breaks.  It wasn’t pretty.

I agree.  It wasn’t pretty.  At all.  I peeked in the mirrors a couple of times and had to avert my eyes.

Nobody likes a smart aleck, Sug.  You might want to remember who buys the carrots around here.


So, a decent enough start to the program, but I can honestly say I’m glad no one was around to see how jelly-like my legs were when I slid off.  The good news is there’s no where to go but up from here, and the bar is certainly set low.  I won’t be riding for a couple of days, so will have to do some cardio and weight work in the interim.  I’ve been doing some, but clearly need a more ambitious program.  Maybe leave the comfort of my basement and wander over to the gym to get reacquainted with the elliptical machine and the rower?

Dare I throw in some Pilates?

More to come…

Amy Vodraska