I did it! It was scary and my heart rate when through the roof (as usual) but I bloody well did it.
I needed a box to stand on as well as coaching from the owners but I got my butt on the horse and it didn’t collapse under me.
The horse was led up the first bit, I walked it alone for the next 50 mtrs, then all of a sudden I’m learning how to trot! The trails were lovely, through bushland, up and down quite steep hills and through little creeks. It was a great opportunity to learn how to help the horse (and myself) by using my body during trotting and steep hills.
What I thought would be a one-off might actually become a regular thing. I did actually enjoy it and I think part of that was the learning and concentration required the whole time. I like to be challenged and once I got over the fear of falling off (though my heart did skip a beat occasionally) I could fall into rhythm with the horse and enjoy it.
I sent a photo to my Mum when we’d finished and she wrote back saying “Well done. Is it dinner off the mantelpiece?”. I thought her autocorrect had changed her message but she explained it was an old expression for having a sore bum from horse riding and not being able to sit. Bum not too sore at the moment but I just stood up and it could be breakfast off the mantelpiece!
OOOH! I forgot. I posted the first photo on FB and got lots of comments on how good I was looking so thought I’d pull the old comparison. Here tis: