Hippoi Athanatoi

After years of being indecisive, I finally decided to apply for the two degrees I am qualified for under the new, Bologna-adapted system at the university. So, now I have a Bachelor and what they call a one-year Master in Classical Archaeology and Ancient History.

I could have had the equivalent of the one-year Master in the old system some ... 3 years ago, I think, but the old system allows you to include more classes than the required number so I was holding off to finish up some more Latin and Greek. I may possibly still be allowed to apply for one of those as well, so I probably will if I do finish those classes before they stop taking applications under the old system (2015, I believe).

For now, though, the goal is to finish up the last requirement for the new two-year Master, which is a 30 credit paper. I already have another 30 credits of other classes within the subject done, but I have not been able to come up with a good subject for the paper. Ideally, it combines horses and Homer, or perhaps horses and something Bronze Age again. But I really, really suck at coming up with subjects that don’t turn out a) too general and b) too vast.

Yesterday was our final lesson of the semester, but in two weeks we’re having a three-day evening course. However, it has turned into just a two-day course for me, as Elio and I are going to a Pet Shop Boys concert one of the days. Given that the last opportunity I had to see them at a proper concert was 1991 or so, I decided I could miss the ponies for one evening. Stupid timing, though.

The lesson yesterday wasn’t much of a lesson, as such, since the other half of the group did their dressage tests. That meant the rest of us rode without supervision, and as I was placed on Heddvig instead of Murphy I was at a bit of a loss as to what to train. So, it turned out to be pretty light on work, though I did try to use some basic exercises just to make her more relaxed before I tried some cantering. She’s still having issues getting into canter, and holding it for long, but she’s improving and she’s certainly fun to ride.

Afterwards, I chatted with Ulrika a bit about the possibility of doing a private lesson focused on riding a dressage test, and she thought that was a good idea. So, that’s on the menu for next semester, if I’ve got some spare money for extra riding.

Mixed results with my dressage test on Tuesday. I had a couple of things I wanted to focus on, and I managed with some of them, but not others. And a few things went rather worse than I had thought, but I somehow always manage to be overly optimistic in the middle of being nervous and pessimistic.

We started off with about half an hour of warm-up on our own, and I guess I didn’t use that time as efficiently as I could have. When 99% of your riding is done for an instructor, it can be really hard to be on your own. I tried to practice some of the things I knew would be troublesome, but while I managed to sort out a few potential problems (like making sure Murphy would continue to think forward even without a whip, since I don’t ride with spurs), I didn’t manage to do a very cohesive warm-up and I didn’t manage to get him really working before it was time for me to go in.

The good parts about the actual test was that I managed not to stress through it. I am often so focused on the next part (or, when jumping, on the next jump), that I constantly push forward. This leads to sloppy lines and to me doing too much with my legs, my hands and my upper body. For the most part, I stayed calm. I rode careful corners, and the only point where I got a little over-active was the canter circles. The rest of the canter I sat through quite calmly, though, and even the transitions too canter were calm. It definitely help that Murphy enjoys being alone in the arena and automatically is more forward-going.

The bad parts had a lot to do with the canter, though. Specifically, the canter circles and the half-turns in reverse at a canter. Murphy’s canter is not good. Its very hard to collect it without him dropping down to a trot without a lot of focused canter-work before hand, and I didn’t want to tire him out during the warm-up. So, the circles turned into gigantic ovals, and on the turns he was nowhere near the intended line. I really lost control over his outside, and I could certainly have demanded a bit more of him there. But my focus was elsewhere.

So, pleased that I didn’t rush it, but I have a long way to go in terms of making sure I can do more than one thing at a time.

Yesterday’s show was a minor disaster. I was very nervous in advance (not helped along by all sorts of bad omens ;P), because last time we had had this judge Ringo had been such a monster towards me that she had been concerned she had to report him for aggression. Still, she really liked his type, and I wanted to see what she’d think now that he appears to have grown out of the few faults she pointed out last time. Given how nicely he behaved last weekend, I thought we stood a good chance of a fine performance.

Hah.

I continue to be amazed at the way some people approach MU*ing. Its a hobby, yes, and it shouldn’t feel like work…but when options are offered that don’t involve so much (or any) work, why complain about the options that do involve some? Lets start with the background, and then I’ll dig into today’s little mini-rant. ;)

For our last jumping lesson, we had talked about jumping out in one of the fields were we have some obstacles setup. However, it was threatening to rain and our instructor—who from now on will be known as Ulrika or Ulle, because its easier to type ;P—also wasn’t certain that some of the horses might not be a little too frisky. So, we put that off for the autumn. Instead, we jumped a series of four obstacles, with one stride between 1 and 2, one between 2 and 3 and two between 3 and 4.

Mostly Ulrika wanted us to do it in as uncomplicated a way as possible, with good drive forward. Most people were asked to come in at a trot, but for me and Murphy she asked for canter right off. Its easier for him, and I also get less pushy that way. Even so, I did get a little too active on some occasions, but after she’d told me to jump the series once and then gallop him around the paddock once before coming onto the jumps again, I definitely had him charged up enough that I could relax. He even changed canter on me at one point. Not something I asked for, but he usually has nowhere near the canter to be able to do that.

And yes, I avoided doing any sharp corners. ;P I did, however, try to keep in mind the comments from the competition, so I tried to work on keeping my legs in the same position over the jumps. Other than that, there wasn’t too much for me to work on once I had the “hands off” approach down. Murphy got the distances sorted out after one attempt, though he did keep knocking down the second jump for no good reason other than laziness, since he cleared the higher and broader jumps after that with no problem.

When we returned to the stables, he stopped a little oddly as he got in there. He does that now and then, and Ulrika saw it and explained that he seems to have some slight vision issue. Specifically, when going from light to dark or vice versa, he takes longer than most horses to readjust. But it doesn’t seem to affect anything else, though perhaps he is a little nearsighted or farsighted since he can get stuck looking at things for a long time. He never spooks, he just studies them with curiosity. I think that also has to do with a total lack of survival instincts. ;P

We have now been at home for a few hours (watching harness racing on and off) after getting up at 6 am in order to be comfortably early at the boxer show arranged by the regional boxer club. During the summer, each region within the country-wide boxer club arranges their own show for just boxers, and these are generally the most prestigious shows for boxer owners. So far, throughout the last two years, we’ve had mixed results, with the best being a victory in his group when he was a junior and a reserve (fifth, basically) placement in the young dog group at the Swedish boxer championships last year. No CKs (championship quality) at boxer shows so far, though, and I would certainly love to get one this year. But, it does take finding a judge that likes Ringo’s type, as I’d say he’s pretty good, but not stellar enough to wow just any judge regardless of their preferences.

I knew the judge for today probably preferred a somewhat different boxer judging by the dogs he had liked at previous shows in Sweden (there’s a database on-line where its possible to check the results for any official Swedish show), so my hopes were for good behaviour from Ringo and a red ribbon (for quality 1) in the individual evaluation. And that is pretty much what I got. In fact, Ringo surprised me by being both very well behaved and alert, which is something we don’t always manage to get at the same time. He bounced up once when the judge held up a pen to check alertness, and did one little jump when we started running, but otherwise he had his feet on the ground all the time and stood quite well too. I felt pretty confident that we’d get our red ribbon, and we did. However, when the time came for the comparative evaluation, we were the second pair to be sent out of the ring. The critique, however, sounds pretty good from what I have been able to make out of it (its in German, and hand-written):

Medium-sized, red-golden brindle. Good head and a suitable nose. Brown eyes, somewhat small incisors. Very good neck. Deep chest. The angulation is good in the front and very good in the back. Free movements.

The winner of Ringo’s class (the open class, which is where all males over 2 years go unless they go into the working dog group or the champion group) was a dog from the same litter that we had actually considered a dog from before settling on Ringo. They’ve had an informal rivalry ever since facing off at the first ever show for both of them when they were puppies (Ringo won that time), though we’ve ended up showing Ringo rather more. Kingston, as he is called,  is a bit taller and lighter than Ringo, and I had suspected that he would do well for this judge as a litter mate of his had done well for him. So, he won, with a CK, and then he ended up missing out on best male very narrowly, placing second in that class after a lengthy deliberation by the judge.

We’ll have to tell Ringo he now has some catching up to do, to see if it might spur him to be a little extra pretty for the other boxer shows this year. ;) We’re hoping for at least two, possibly three more, though it really is no fun to get up at 3 or 4 am, so we’ll see. Either way, he was a very good dog today, and that sort of progress matters the most.

Today’s lesson was not a real lesson but rather our once-per-semester little trek. I wouldn’t mind getting a chance to ride out more often when its on a horse I trust as much as Murphy, though I do prefer my once a week riding lesson to be more “meaty”. However, Murphy enjoyed it (and was a pest who tried to bring whole trees along to chew on ;P), and it was a nice, leisurely little ride. No galloping, alas, but the weather was pleasant and the birds were singing.

I was passing a bit of time in front of the TV tonight, and ended up watching parts of Henrik Schyffert’s “The 90’s - Ett försvarstal”. It wouldn’t, I imagine, mean much or make much sense to anyone who isn’t Swedish, though what it made me realize was that while I miss the 80’s, I missed the 90’s.

For the first five years of the 90’s, I was so busy clinging onto the 80’s with all my might that I didn’t pay what was going on at the time much attention. Then, in 1995, I moved to the Internet…which has resulted in me still feeling as if the 80’s ended rather recently.

Of course, being Swedish, I am an expert at nostalgia anyway, especially during the summer and in total disregard of the fact that its apparently very unfashionable today (or so it was claimed during the show). But I wouldn’t know much about that, because despite a very connected lifestyle in terms of the Internet, I can’t say I am very connected to here and now otherwise.

Though, we are going to a concert in June, but given that it is the Pet Shop Boys I am not sure it disproves anything about the whole “stuck in the past” thing. ;)

Jumping competition today. Ringo thought we were getting ready for a dog show in the morning, and looked mildly confused when nothing came of it. He’s convinced that everyone getting up at the same hour in the morning and going somewhere by car means a dog show. No such luck today, though next Sunday its his turn.

Today, though, it was about me and Murphy. Some not so lovely showers forced us to use the indoor arena instead of the very muddy paddock. Not even Murphy, who doesn’t really mind a bit of rain (he’s from Ireland, after all), cared much for moving around in there. Once it was my turn to ride him (another girl jumped him first, in the lowest class), I managed to wake him up fairly well, though it didn’t really feel as if he would keep the speed up on his own without lots of work from me. That always makes me a little pushy, and that’s not a good combination with how I usually react to competitions.

At first, we were supposed to have ridden out yesterday, but there were some pretty dark clouds hanging around so we ended up having a regular dressage lesson instead. It didn’t actually end up raining, but most of us were happy to get a proper lesson anyway. Though Murphy would no doubt have preferred a little trek in the woods.

However, that’s not to say he wasn’t having fun with the dressage. He certainly felt quite eager and was easily woken up to a more alert and engaged state. We did some final bits of polishing on a piece of the dressage program, namely riding down the centre line. Just riding a straight line really pushes home the point of how hard some of the fundamentals of riding can be. Like straightness and forward engagement.

I thought I was doing pretty well, but then Murphy started getting a little too charged and I guess that I reacted by just trying to settle him instead of riding through it, so again I was nagged for being too nice. I don’t think I had been, up until then, since he was moving ahead so well. But I guess I do still sometimes do the wrong thing when he tries to get away from work by going too much forward. I need to get used to riding through that, just as I would ride through him not going forward enough. Even if I don’t get nervous at all from Murphy being frisky, I imagine its ingrained into me to back off when I get too much of a response.

Once I changed my strategy, however, he gave me some very nicely engaged trot. He’s such fun to ride, because its such a marked difference when he starts working. You can really tell when you’re doing something right. Or more or less right, anyway. I did get a little over-active at the end, and had some issues getting myself to rest while not allowing him to rest. But, the fine-tuning continues. And on Friday I will be competing in our club championships on Murphy. Its a really small affair, but I will be just as nervous anyway. Like a dog show, except with jumps. And horses.

No Murphy this week either, though he seemed fine where he was out in the field, enjoying a bit of grass. Of course, as long as I am riding a horse that doesn’t scare me, I enjoy the riding, and I know that I need to get used to riding more horses. I guess its mainly that I just have the one lesson each week, so it always feels a little sad not to be riding Murphy since that is without question what I enjoy the most.

The bad news: I didn’t get Murphy this week. I got Fleur, and it was extremely windy and unseasonably cold outside, so she was a bit tense and so was I.

The good news: Murphy’s fine, but he and a bunch of the other horses had some therapeutic massage on Monday, so no hard work for them for a few days. I did okay on managing my nerves on Fleur, though I paid the price afterwards for being on a horse for an hour and a half in a cold wind and jumping while a bit tense. My back was kind of screwy and I felt a bit weird. So, that’s not so good, though I am still pleased I managed to avoid shutting down when my nerves acted up.

The time had come today for the first show of the summer season. Not of the year, though, since we had the two indoor shows in January. But that was a good while ago, so of course I was nervous that Ringo would act up. Unfortunately, he did not disappoint. ;P

I got reacquainted with an old friend this week; Nelson. He’s a sturdy grey pony, with a nice square build, and tons of energy. Very hard-working, sometimes so much that he ends up with muscle strains. As a result of that, he ends up set to carry lower weights only quite often, which is why I haven’t had a chance to ride him in a while. Nelson is also a very cheeky pony who, unlike Murphy, does not beg politely. He’ll nip and push, so he needs to be told that such bullying gets him nowhere. Mostly he’s pretty sweet, though.

It was somewhat coincidental that I had ended up on Nelson since one of the other instructors had been the one to list which horses needed to be used, but he was perfectly suited to the exercise we did. Basically, lots and lots of canter transitions, and unlike Murphy and (so far) Hedvig, Nelson has a pretty fabulous canter. In fact, its probably his best gait. His walk is a little rushed, and in the trot he’s very hard to keep off the forehand, but the canter is nice and round, with a good amount of energy and a steadiness that is just perfect for working on your seat with.

In fact, after she had seen me canter him a few times, she said she would definitely have to let me ride him more often, because it was perfect for making sure I keep working on sitting very still in the canter.

The first transitions he did came easily, though he ended up very rushed when we went back down to a trot, so I had to work on actually bringing him to a halt each time to get him to respect those aids as well as he was respecting the cue to canter. Of course, that and the fact that I started asking for more collecting in the transitions too canter made him rethink how fun it was to canter since it actually became more work. So, for a bit he ended up not taking the cues to canter as well, though once we had a talk about that he gave me some very nice transitions followed by some really nice canter (so balanced that I could pretty much leave the reins alone entirely, which is a very sharp difference from his trot), and some pretty decent downwards transitions too. Definitely a fun and useful lesson.