(“I may not make very round circles, but I can sure cut those corners pretty well!”)
All posts by wcwdressage
As Tears Go By. . . . Estrogen Poisoning?
(“We tiptoed gingerly through the minefields”)
Eyes, Why Shut?
(“Hone your awareness of the sensations your horse supplies to your internal gyroscope .”)
All or Nothing at All
(“Presumably other benefits ensue.”)
Tired of Dressage!
(“IT’S GONE!”)
I’m not the only person who over-schedules himself. I bet most of you do too. Between lessons and clinics, judging and traveling, I don’t leave myself very much time for the mechanical details of living. So it probably isn’t surprising that one Tuesday when I discovered a tire on my little roller skate-like Scion was a bit low, I did the obvious. I spent 75 cents at the Qwick King and put some air in it. And again on Thursday. And again on Saturday. Not enough of a leak to expect to be stranded on the Interstate, but also not worth canceling a lesson to sit around Bob’s Tire for an hour and a half.
There’s Always Room for Bending
(“It works to get from shoulder-in to renvers also.”)
Tempus Edax Rerum (When you’re having a good time)
(“Along the way, dressage has witnessed some abortive Bad Ideas.”)
Don’t Forget Your Lunge Money!
(“This was the microchip version of the same exercise.”)
The Game within the Game
(“An inevitable escalation followed till the rides ended.”)
Trick or Tweet! (And other Judge’s Comments)
(“. . . If only I could phoneticize Jack’s delivery!”)