A competent and effective seat is perhaps a rider's greatest tool in the saddle. Sometimes the quality of the rider's seat is not obvious until things go awry. For example, all may be well and good for a relatively well-balanced rider, until the horse spooks, takes-off, and drops a shoulder. If the rider comes off over the descending shoulder, the seat was not properly installed on the horse. The seat should be connected to the hind legs, not the shoulder, but this isn't always obvious until after eating dirt.
I have not been on my horse's back for six weeks now. I miss riding him terribly, but I knew ahead of time that I would not be able to ride him at this point in my pregnancy (We have about a month to go!). Our last ride was short, but wonderful and we spent most of the time in a smooth, steady canter. The canter is Harley's favorite gait and it was definitely his idea to spend our last ride that way. I also thought it totally appropriate that he requested to canter and offered a delightful rocking gait considering that he had a "baby on board".
My official reason for making that ride our last until later this summer was that I no longer fit in the saddle. That was true, but it was not the only reason, just the easiest one to explain. Leading up to that day, there were some hints that my saddle days were numbered.
The first hint was how I was using my hands. As a dressage rider, I take great pride in "using" my hands very little. Connection, straightness, and balance information are transmitted through the reins between me and my horse. I do not use the reins for steering and it is rare that I have to truly "pull" on the reins (banish the thought, I know, but it does happen). However, as my rides approached the first week in April, I started noticing that I was "using" my hands more and more. I was starting to steer a bit with my hands and slow my horse down with a "squeeze and release" technique that I have taught to beginner riders. The most dramatic case was in the canter. I wanted to circle at one end of the arena and realized (with a certain amount of horror) that I had to haul on the inside rein to bring my horse onto the circle. This was a very rude way to circle a horse who will follow my weight and take direction from my seat and legs. The crude turn via my hands was an involuntary backup response, because apparently my seat and legs were not behaving as usual. Harley obliged without a fuss, but I still apologized for my inferior technique.
The second hint was the use of my voice. This was less noticeable to me as a clue that I would have to abandon the saddle, because I always talk to my horse when I ride. I use the classic "gait" verbal cues as well as a couple of my own token sounds or sometimes I just talk to him, you know, like in English. His ears are always back listening to me, which I greatly appreciate. As our rides progressed with the second trimester, I realized that I was riding almost exclusively off my voice. Harley would trot or canter from the sound of the word or a cluck or kiss and he came back to trot or walk when I asked him aloud. This is not really a bad thing and it certainly doesn't hurt my horse or qualify as bad riding, but it was an indication that my physical aids were losing effectiveness.
All of a rider's aids work in concert, but the deal-breaker for me was the loss of my seat. The seat is the keystone for the rest of the physical aids. During our last couple rides, I literally could not sit in the saddle except at the walk. Posting trot was delightful exercise and I stood straight up in my stirrups for the canter. I have been gifted with excellent balance, so I never felt unsafe, but the writing was on the wall. I cannot use my seat if it is not in the saddle AND if I did sit to try to rebalance my horse, nothing happened. I could not engage my core to regulate my horse's pace (hence the "squeeze and release" on the reins), I could not control the shift of my weight to turn (hence my man-handling of the inside rein), and I could not support or initiate a half-halt. Our last canter was glorious, but it was also all Harley. He took me for a nice ride. I was a complete (albeit well-cared for) passenger. I tried to offer some input at one point and realized exactly how ineffective my seat and aids had become. My abdominal muscles were so stretched out and without anywhere to go when I needed them to contract and support. Without my abs, my back muscles were also unsupported and the stability of my torso at risk. Neutral pelvis started to fade away. It was not lost on me just how lucky I was to be riding a kind horse who had no intentions what-so-ever of taking advantage of my current short-comings in the saddle. I was most definitely vulnerable, even if I still felt secure and safe. I did not want to risk riding into uncertain territory and even the best horse can react unpredictably. Those of us who have been riding and working with horses for a long time know this truth through and through.
So I patted and hugged Harley. I thanked him for an outstanding ride and called it quits. It killed me to do that and it took several weeks to admit definitively that I was no longer riding (I kept telling people that "I thought" I was done riding for now). I appreciate that no one told me to stop riding before I quit on my own, including my husband. He waited for me to make the decision and trusted that I would know when to say "when".
There are many silver-linings here, getting to meet our daughter in a few weeks being the greatest one. The other is the realization that in losing my seat as a rider, I learned just how much I used it before. I always hoped that I rode from my seat and that my seat was effective, but it was not until my seat was immobilized that I could be certain of its worth.
You made the right decision for you and Harley. I'm sure he's enjoying spending quality time with you right now. Time flies and you'll be back riding in time at all. Can't wait for the little one to get here and see how adorable she is.ReplyDelete
don't worry. your seat will come back. It makes perfect sense that it would be changed because your body is making adjustments to both carry the baby and to give birth.ReplyDelete
you will be back in the saddle before you realize!
I can't wait!Delete
Good call. The core - both the horse's and ours - are so important, and if you can't use your core, you've got nothing - or have to rely on other things - nice that your boy has multiple options!ReplyDelete
Thanks. It was bittersweet to realize that I do indeed rely on my core when I ride, but that it was also time to stop (for now).Delete
Better to stop riding when you lose the aid of your seat than be in denial and continue to ride improperly! You'll be back at it in no time.ReplyDelete
Agreed. Safety first!Delete
SOunds like a very sensible decision. I bet you're counting the days to your daughter's arrival, then after that you'll be counting the days til you're back in the saddleReplyDelete
Definitely on both accounts!Delete
Looking forward to hearing about your new horse girl! I quit riding as soon as I knew I was pregnant, but I was 42 and was worried about keeping the baby whether I rode or not. I think had I been younger I wouldn't have been so nervous. My best friend rode until 8 months with first baby, and then had a bad horsewreck while pregnant with second baby at 6 months--and both babies are now healthy grown-ups. Second baby is a major league baseball player, so I don't think that wreck damaged him (!), though as you can imagine, my poor friend got some grief at the time. Glad all is going well for you.ReplyDelete
I completely understand your decision not to ride.Delete
Thank goodness everyone was okay in your friend's story. That is very scary to hear about and certainly one of the negative points of deciding to continue riding. If something does happen, fingers will be pointed. However, as I continued to ride for 30 weeks of my pregnancy, I realized that I felt like a car accident was a much more likely disaster than an accident with my 15-year-old, sensible horse of six years in a riding ring. Accidents can happen, but I never worried while in the saddle. I did and do still worry while driving though. There are so many careless and distracted drivers out there.
Won't be long now - for baby and testing out your new seat! How lucky your are to have such a safe and reliable partner in Harley. :DReplyDelete