So this week was another tough one at the start with lots of short walks due to bad weather but I made up for it as much as I could on my days off racking up 6 miles yesterday! It felt so nice to walk a different route and actually get a tiny bit lost at times. I knew roughly where I was all the time but trying to find the exact way home was a little challenge that I think I needed to push myself to rack up the miles. Throw in a short walk with Tiana and Poppy this afternoon and my weekly total is 16.2 miles!
I’m so pleased I’m well on my way to my target of 60 miles this month with just over a week to go so if next week is a good one I might even break 60 miles! Still can’t believe how much I’m enjoying walking, It’s not costing me anything, I’m building my fitness and I’m still finding new routes from my house. I feel so lucky to live where I do with so many nice paths to explore all within my reach.
This morning was also very exciting because T had a ballet exam that she had been preparing for a long time. I felt like I should be part of dance moms being up at 7am on a Sunday to plait and clip her hair into the neatest, most hairsprayed ballet bun possible! T is too small to be nervous yet which is great so we just get one excited little girl ready to try her best for the examiner! There was a group of 3 and they all had solo parts also but all in all the whole thing only took about 10 minutes at the most. The best part was when they all came out smiling ear to ear really happy with their performances. Some people would wonder why I would want to give up my Sunday morning to put T through an exam at only 7 years old but that is why because she loves it! She was so happy after her performance and so pleased with how she had done there was no stress or anxiety and not a single hint of worry. Some people may say that she will never be a ballerina but neither will a lot of the girls that go to her dance school but for me it’s not about that. It’s about a hobby that she enjoys learning and having fun doing and as long as she wants to continue ballet I will continue to give up my Sunday morning lie ins to ready her for exams.
So every other week T has a riding lesson for an hour on a Sunday. She’s been riding for a year and a half now and loves it. We have good weeks and bad weeks, some days the ponies just listen more than others. Some days she has better technique, others she’s jumpy and so is the pony.
Not long after we started she was out on a hack while we waited at the yard and when she came back she looked sad, the instructor said she had fallen off when the pony got spooked by a bird but they were only walking along and she got straight back on. She was ok once we got home, a couple of bruises but it didn’t affect her coming back.
A few months later and they had learnt to do a ’round the world’ on the back of the pony. While the pony was standing still and she was turning round she slid off and fell onto her bum with a bump! We had a few tears but she got back on and carried on.
Since then we have had a few tears in a few lessons when her pony is being naughty or she can’t remember where she is meant to be going but she carries on and all is forgotten by the time the next lesson comes around.
Today she had a great little hack outside in the sunshine at the start of the lesson then they came back and went into the school. T had the biggest grin on her face as she went in, she really was enjoying herself today. There was a group of 5 of them and so they took it in turns to canter round the school, past the rest of the ride and round to the back. T was going so well and until just before the last corner she lost her stirrup and started to slide to the left. Her teacher saw it happen and shouted to her to hold on but gravity took hold and she slid right off the side onto the ground with a thump. That noise went right through me, my heart skipped a beat and I got a lump in my throat. I immediately got a step closer to the school but then stopped. The teacher had picked her up and was making her bend her leg in small movements. She had stopped crying and had started to take small steps towards her pony that was standing there waiting for her. Then before I knew it she was back on and walking round the school again.
It was so hard in that moment not to open the gate and not run in but I know if I had she would never have got back on. I had a pang of guilt, my little girl just fell off her horse at speed and I didn’t even go and pick her up.
She’s now home and fine. We had some cuddles and and told her how proud of her we were for getting back on. I guess this is just the hobby we are into, I will see falls and she will get back on. I’m sure it will never get any easier to watch though.