Post by harperxd on Dec 26, 2010 21:39:39 GMT -8
you don't know my name.
Things in life are constantly changing. Sometimes these changes are brought on by previous actions and sometimes they just happen naturally. They're unavoidable; no matter what you do, or how hard you try;one day is never the same as the last. Between the constant motion and unnecessary drama life just loves to toss in your face, you can sometimes just be caught in the motions. Never feeling, just doing. Drowning in sorrow with no one and nothing to save you. No one to care, to love you, life can sometimes feel not worth living. Not worth the stress and the pain. Better to just end it all than be faced with growing up, gaining responsibliity, progressing, and most of all change. However, if you ever do have a reason or an excuse for life, you should cling to it. Hang on to that glimmer of hope. After a while life seems better, almost bearable. Soon you smile again and feel like you can handle it. That was what Zeke was to her. Her rock, her lighthouse to keep her from crashing. Simply hearing him whinny brought an unexplainable bliss and peace of mind to her.
Walking into the barn, she was not unsure of herself. She'd done it alone before. Many times in the past two years, alone. Since her parents died she'd been a wildflower in the wind. Moving from place to place, never fully settled. All she ever took with her was a truck, a trailer, her horse and posessions. No memories from any place lasted long. She found it was easier that way. To just forget. As she walked down the various aisleways she took note of the various important areas such as the office and the tack rooms. Within a couple minutes she reached Zeke's stall. He was pacing his stall impatiently and realized this would not be a hunter or dressage day. He had much too much energy for that. She smiled softly and thought maybe that's what we need to settle in properly; a good hard jumpapalooza. Though the indoor arena wasn't big enough to do anything major, and she was too big of a weenie to ride outside, it was fine for some smaller jumps. She groomed him thoroughly and picked his feet out. She then tacked him up in a simple figure eight bridle with a snaffle and her County saddle. She put her Charles Owen helmet on and got on. She knew attempting to do flatwork would be even more pointless than usual. She strongly disliked the preciseness of each movement and it often made Zeke restless. She liked just having to get over the jump as fast as they can in any style they like. That was what made showjumping her favorite event.
She warmed him up briefly basically bypassing the walk completely. His trot work was mediocre and his canter was a disaster. He was running through her hands but, oh well. She'd burn off his energy soon enough. She went both directions and practiced his flying lead changes. The first time it was decent but he was fast and strung out and the second time he just switched his front. The third and fourth time he felt like she didn't have to do anything. At least he improves with time she thought. She hated horses who you had to drill constantly to make even little improvements. Conviently the jumps were already set up in a complex course including a line of gymnastics and a bending line. Also, on a straight away there was a lone cross rail. She trotted up to the jump, but Zeke wasn't having that so he charged through her hand and deer jumped it. The next time through it was smoother and he kept a consistently good trot all the way up to the jump. She felt herself begin to go into pilot mode where things just went well. She cantered the cross rail a couple times then went on to jump the whole course. Luckily the strides were set for a large horse just suited for Zeke. She cantered to the first line, a verticle to a one stride oxer, she rushed him to the first one and her took off long, but had a good second jump. Shit, she thought angrily. That was totally my fault. She went through the gymnastics line smoothly, the biggest jump only being around 3'. The next line she went to was a 3'6" triple line with two strides between each jump. Bigger jumps were Zeke's specialty and he soared over each with ease. She decided to give him a short walk break and just chill for a second.
but you will.