Has Anyone Ever Fainted Doing This?
Where do I start?
The weekend couldn’t have been more perfect. Family, friends, teammates and
even total strangers surrounded me in support. The weather was perfect, the
horse felt great; the atmosphere was all I dreamed it would be. I think
I'll break down the weekend into several blog entries - an entry per phase!
Because as I said last night, I have lots to say!
We left Maryville Friday later than we had hoped. I’m not used to playing the mom role (groceries,
bedding, clothes, necessities) and the rider role (horse, tack, supplies, hay,
basically everything on the USEA Eventing checklist). I under estimated the
time it would take to get everything loaded. With Romes in the trailer and
Sampson, our faithful black lab, comfortably in the back seat, we finally hit
the road at 1:30 making a quick stop at the University of Tennessee to pick up
Emily. A flat tire tacked on a bit more time but Em and Richard are quite
efficient at changing flat tires as we've had more than our fair share of them
over the years.
I was literally
bouncing in the front seat as we made the turn into the Kentucky Horse Park at
4:30. “SQUEAL” became my favorite exclamation over the next few hours. I
was dropped off to get my packet (SQUEAL!) while Em and Richard wound their way
through the grounds to find Romeo's stall. There were four of us who had been
on the waitlist and got in at the 11th hour. Fellow Road Less Traveled teammate
Katherine M. was to the left of Romeo, all-around badass Leslie W. was to my
right and Jennifer R. (Romeo’s original owner) was next to Leslie. We
weren't stabled with the rest of the RLT crew since we were late additions, but
we didn't care - we were there (SQUEAL!) and had our own barn on “waitlist
row!"
With the sun getting
low and the shadows getting long, I tacked up and met Erika at the dressage
warm up area for a lesson in the very spot where we would be warming up for our
dressage test the next day. I’ve gotta say, I thought our lesson was the best
riding we had done throughout this entire process. There was bend, connection,
calmness and accuracy. Romeo seemed quite happy to be there. Smiles from ear-to
ear for me! We proceeded to trot around the actual arena where I would compete
in the morning, letting Romeo checkout his surroundings. As we did this, I started
riding the test in my head. Circle at B…wait, then what…circle at
B…FOCUS! My heart began to race. I can’t get through the test. PANIC!
Erika interrupts my crazed internal voice to say we needed to get back to
the barns and walk the stadium course. Now??? Erika was coaching
eight students with three rides each, and her life was scheduled to the minute.
Time would would be tight tomorrow as our ride times were clustered
together.
With Romes in the
hands of Em, Erika and I walked the course at dusk. The jumps looked huge.
There were lots of switchback turns. Erika, saw my smiles disappear. Referencing my Amelia Earhart quote from an earlier blog entry, she said, “Paper tigers, paper tigers, paper tigers.” “Paper tigers,” I mumbled back.
Erika: You will want
to canter into jump 1.
Me: What if I want
to trot?
Erika: Then you
better be sitting back and kicking.
Our mantra for the
weekend then became, “Sit up and kick. Kick and sit up.”
I went back to the
barn where Em had tucked Romeo in for the evening. He was perky and alert. All
systems go on his part…I wasn’t so sure about mine. She and I went back and
walked stadium in the dark. "He knows his job, Mom. You just have to tell
him to do it." Heavy sigh. In the cold, night air, we broke all of the rules and had a
crazed scooter race back to the campground. That was a moment I loved! Back at
the campsite I told myself one step at a time. Figure out
the dressage test. With paper and pen, I drew it out again and again. Once
in bed, I had Richard turn away from me so I could trace it on his back over
and over until I fell asleep.
I had quite the
legion of support throughout the weekend. We were joined by my mom, our
oldest daughter and her husband and Presley, Ryan and Nicole, Nic and Jen along
with an array of their relatives, my cousin Dale, one of my closest friends,
Lisa and of course the Road Less Traveled Team and our coach, Erika. Plus, the
world's greatest cheerleader, Val.
Sit up and
kick. Kick and sit up.
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