Yup, took away my stirrups again but went a little easier than last time. I did’t want to be sore for four days again. This time I did more sitting than posting trot, trying to keep my new position. I even ventured a canter but PJ had absolutely no clue what I was cueing for. Eventually, he looked up at me and went “Momma, what are you doing up there?” I apologized and took back my stirrups, asked for the canter, and then dropped them once we were going.
In the spirit of Thanksgiving tomorrow, I am thankful I didn’t fall off and that my saintly pony didn’t decide he had had enough of my bouncing around. I feel that I am very fortunate to have a lot to be thankful for. I hope that all of you have a great Thanksgiving, whether it be with family, friends, or your four-legged beasties.