I've been working hard with Sham this week to get her standing at the mounting block, and nine times out of ten she'll stand like a rock. I decided that she's being such a good girl because we've been working in a headcollar and no hat, so Friday I put her saddle on and she was just as good.
So yesterday, I got the urge to actually get on, so I got someone to help me just in case, lined her up, waited to make sure she was steady, put my foot in the stirrup, almost got on and my bloody arthritic knee locked up just as I was springing up.
It's never done that before, and the pain was excrutiating - bad enough to make me cry out, and I was off the block with my foot in the stirrup. The pain was too bad to continue up so I had to get off.
I gave myself a minute or two, then tried again, and managed to get up, but I couldn't get her to walk forward, she kept running back, and I had to have a lead just to get her moving forward.
I got off after about ten minutes feeling so despondent.
I'm trying so hard to focus on the fact that Sham stood to let me get on a second time even though I'd scared her, and I actually got back on and at least sat on her, but I just feel now I've gone ten steps back.
To add insult to injury, I've got a bad attack of tennis elbow at the moment, so when I unsaddled her on the yard I couldn't manage my saddle and Sham, and a yard mate, a seventy year old man, had to come and rescue my saddle!
Oh the joys of aging!
So yesterday, I got the urge to actually get on, so I got someone to help me just in case, lined her up, waited to make sure she was steady, put my foot in the stirrup, almost got on and my bloody arthritic knee locked up just as I was springing up.
It's never done that before, and the pain was excrutiating - bad enough to make me cry out, and I was off the block with my foot in the stirrup. The pain was too bad to continue up so I had to get off.
I gave myself a minute or two, then tried again, and managed to get up, but I couldn't get her to walk forward, she kept running back, and I had to have a lead just to get her moving forward.
I got off after about ten minutes feeling so despondent.
I'm trying so hard to focus on the fact that Sham stood to let me get on a second time even though I'd scared her, and I actually got back on and at least sat on her, but I just feel now I've gone ten steps back.
To add insult to injury, I've got a bad attack of tennis elbow at the moment, so when I unsaddled her on the yard I couldn't manage my saddle and Sham, and a yard mate, a seventy year old man, had to come and rescue my saddle!
Oh the joys of aging!