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Post by racingbelle on Jul 23, 2010 22:03:54 GMT -5
I had finally gotten around to tacking up River for a little practice run, trying her out with barrels. She wasn't a jumper but she loved to run, so speed was her thing. It took speed and heart to do barrels and this horse had plenty of that. I rode River around the Arena once and then trotted her around the barrels just so she would get used to them. I waited for a reaction if there was one.
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Post by Badger on Jul 26, 2010 20:43:08 GMT -5
As Stevie asked me to trot around these barrels, i began to gallop like I usually did with my old owner. My black body looked sleeker than usual I was going so fast. Breathing heavy, I continued on at a fast pace. It didnt matter who asked, but I always galloped, nothing else. I dont like going slow, not ever. I still let her steer me around the barrels, swirving in and out. So this was barrel racing? This would be quite fun.
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Post by racingbelle on Jul 26, 2010 22:05:57 GMT -5
"Hey!" I said surprised. We went through the course anyway. I knew that this horse didn't like to go slow but I couldn't let her get away not trotting. "Very good girl but your going to have to trot just this once. Your going to have to learn to go slow sometimes." I said sternly and tried it again this time I kept a little pressure on the reins, holding them tighter.
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Post by Badger on Jul 26, 2010 22:35:51 GMT -5
I rolled my eyes. Why go slow when you can go fast? I asked. I snorted, then ignored the girls wishes. I galloped around again. Why does it matter anyways? I went fast but my gait was choppy and rough since I was struggling with the bit. I chewed at it and shook my head around, but nothing I ever did could ever get rid of my bit.
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Post by racingbelle on Jul 26, 2010 22:44:02 GMT -5
I put more pressure on the bit and asked the horse again to slow down. River was not going to win no matter how stubborn she was. "Come on girl, trot once and then we can gallop all you want." I said. I sat deeper into the saddle putting more weight into it hoping that would slow the mare some. I loved the way she galloped around the barrels but River had to learn when it was time to slow down!
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Post by Badger on Jul 26, 2010 22:49:36 GMT -5
When Stevie put more presure on my bit, I stopped. I just flat out stopped, my nostrils flaring. My coat looked very shiny from all my sweat already. I looked back at her. If we don't go fast, we don't go at all. I snorted. If this was barrel RACING, then why were we slowing down? This girl confused me.
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Post by racingbelle on Jul 26, 2010 23:06:13 GMT -5
Urgh! This is a stubborn mare! She just stopped. "Alright well do it your way but you will TROT at the end." I lined the mare up between the barrels and let her go only guiding her around the barrels, marveling how swiftly and easily the mare bended around the barrels. Imagine how fast she would go after a little more practice!
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Post by Badger on Jul 26, 2010 23:22:31 GMT -5
I smirked as she gave into my desire to run. I kept on running the course, feeling as though I was getting better each time I started again. I kept running, running faster and faster, my nostrils really flaring now. Sweat covered my golden body as I continued to gallop around the barrels.
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Post by racingbelle on Jul 26, 2010 23:30:37 GMT -5
It was time for the mare to slow down. I finally pulled the mare up. River had done amazing but now it was time to cool her off. "Easy now. Easy girl." I said pulling up on the reins. I moved her to the outside of the ring, patting the sweaty golden neck and hoped the mare would trot this time!
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Post by Badger on Jul 27, 2010 12:47:22 GMT -5
I just looked at Stevie and sighed. I stopped. I nickered as she patted me. I felt happy and tired, but i still refused to trot. My nostrils flared and I was breathing heavy. I shook out my mane, feeling sweaty and gross. I pawed the ground, eager to either more or to get cleaned up.
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Post by racingbelle on Jul 27, 2010 15:32:33 GMT -5
I gave the mare a nudge with my boots and slackened the reins encouraging the mare to trot. "Come on River. Just move slowly. Trot walk I don't care you got to MOVE!" I said sternly giving her another nudge with my boots. "Come on girl. Please. Do it for me." I said, trying to plead with the mare.
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Post by Badger on Jul 27, 2010 19:33:06 GMT -5
I just looked back at her. Usually I was a good and pleasent horse, but when it came to which gait we went at, I was the decider of that. I snorted. Fine, but we go my slow pace. I smirked, and began to canter. Yep, canter was my slow. I would always refuse to ride slower. In the pasture, I did sometimes walk, but not much. Either go fast or go nowhere. Thats how I thought of it and how I did things. dont get me wrong, Ill try anything for you, Im not a stubborn horse, I just love to run. You could say im a bit speed obsessed, but I dont mind, I know I am.
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