Discipline: LD/Endurance, CMO, Trail Rider, Cartoonist, Writer, Co-Director/ Green Bean Endurance
Favorite Links for training, gear, and memberships!
- National Association of Competitive Mounted Orienteering
- HOW TO CMO
- What is CMO?
- Old Dominion Endurance Rides
- Renegade Hoof Boots
- Riding vs. Racing a discussion with the Duck.
- Trumbull Mountain's INTRO TO ENDURANCE RIDING
- Principles of Conditioning
- Conditioning the endurance horse by SERA
- Short Article: Feeding & Training the Endurance Horse
- Feeding the Endurance Horse, Swedish Author
- Preventing Dehydration In the Endurance Horse, Ontario Competitive Trail Riding Association
- Jim Holland's fantastic training links here!
- South Eastern Distance Rider's Association
October 9, 2010
I think my horse is faking me out.
We did a shorter conditioning ride today, thirteen miles. Still doing the repeating loop for safety (I don't come back Doug knows where to look), first lap around she was motoring right out, nicely paced at 6 mph or so, not rushing, not dawdling, just going. There were many things skittering in the woods today and we heard them all. Squirrels, chipmunks, white tail deer, farm dogs. Her ears were like radar, twitching forward and back, taking it in, but acting like a nice sane trail horse. We did our first loop of 6.5 in about an hour and ten minutes. We lost time at the one and only water hole (knowing I'm heading back out for a repeat loop and won't see that water hole for another hour + depending on how she rates). We turn back down the A loop for our second lap, she goes just a little ways and stops. I'm thinking....does she have to pee? So we go through my cue for peeing, and I wait, and I wait...and I wait some more. OKAY, NOTHING. Down the trail we go again and she suddenly slows down and stops. I'm thinking ...is she cramping, tying up again, what? I get off, I check things, she cocks her foot and eats some grass, and drinks some water from "her" water bottle. I mount up again, and off we go again. She is dawdling. Her trot is not a trot, more of a jog where you just b...a....r....e...l...y break over the hoof on the hind the impulsion is so slow and STOP. The light starts to go on in my brain. She isn't dying. She isn't anywhere near even thinking about dying. She knows which way the trailer is (Big Cree is there waiting for her) and the food bucket, and the hay bag, she wants to go there!!! I drop the reins, she reverses back that direction. Hmmmm. So off we go in my preferred direction to complete the most gut crawling pace ever. I'm going to have to think on this one. Sad when you don't know how to out think your horse.