To All The Trainers I've Had Before

(Yup, I'm hopping on the trend :)) 

 To All The Trainers I've Had Before, 

     Thank you. Each one of you have taught me so, so much, for which I am deeply grateful. From my very first lessons on sweet homebreds in lady's backyard to learning how to sit the trot on fancy warmbloods under a professional, you've truly given me it all. You've dealt with me in my frustrations and watched me at some of my proudest moments: 

Jill Campbell, 

     It's kind of a funny story, actually, how I started riding. You see, it spurred from my mom urging me to play some sort of sport. I'd tried it all: softball, soccer, lacrosse, you name it. I had always wanted to ride a horse, and I guess my parents finally caved. Anyway, after asking around, we found you! It was a brisk November afternoon in 2015 that I took my first lesson. Immediately, I knew this is what I wanted to do. (Albeit, I had the same feeling about basketball after my first practice and went on to dread it, but this was different, luckily.) 

This sweet mare, Secret, might be the most forgiving pony I've ridden. She put up with all my beginner antics.

     Now, if I'm being blunt, I don't know how responsible it was to let a twelve-year-old (accompanied by adults) to handle your horses in your absence, but having that "raw" horse-owner experience was one of the most enjoyable things I've done. 

However, mind y'all, this lady knew her way around a horse, so it's not like my mom and I were flying solo.

See? Look how happy I was.
Also, what's in my hand? Tennis balls? Seeds?

I'm not going to lie, sixth grade was a pretty hard time for me, and having this to look forward to after school was a highly-welcomed reprieve.

     Plus, letting me use a few of your horses for my seventh grade science fair project was super kind. Before anyone here freaks out (again), its premise was whether horses could remember sequences or not- that's it. 

     And you probably gave me the best 12th birthday I could've wanted. 

Y'all might get a kick out of this: she said to get gloves with grips, so my mom went to the local garden center and got a pair of (pretty large) gardening gloves (which you can see here)!

What did I say about fun socks? You'll never find me without them.

Jean Myra, 

     Once I was ready to kick things into a slightly higher gear, I transitioned to you, a trainer whose barn was, quite seriously, in the same neighborhood. You, arguably, might have been one of my most transformative trainers. After all, you introduced me to the world of jumping! 

     You even roped in my mom! Those lessons were... interesting. 

Look at us, we're practically jockeys (yeah, jockeys... or whatever they're called!)

     Because you didn't teach in the winters (since there wasn't an indoor ring to use), we had to look for somewhere that did, which is where the American Academy of Equestrian Sciences comes into play... 

Alfredo, 

     Although you were a man of few words, I learned so much. From the sitting trot to feeling secure in the canter, you helped me establish a dressage foundation. 

I remember being frustrated here because I couldn't figure out how to do what he was asking, but once it finally clicked, it was well worth it. 

     I don't have much else to say, since I wasn't with you for long, but thank you. 

Sammi, 

     In all due respect to my other trainers, I think you've been my favorite. By which I mean I think I've felt the closest to you, and I miss your instruction. You seemed to have the "magic touch" in communicating clearly what to do. For example, I don't know how you figured this out, but apparently by focusing on something other than my riding while riding, my overall performance improved. 

I wish I had better-quality pictures of your teaching, but this is the best I can find :(

     I wish I could tell you how much I appreciate your time, and I wish my goodbye was a bit more than a "bye, I'll see you later" after my last lesson. 

Marina, 

     I must say, when I first met you, I was starstruck. I mean, it's you... in the flesh. I remember before you started teaching me, sometimes I would see you in your office, occasionally watching me, and I knew I had to look extra good.  I'd be repeating to myself, "Marina's watching. Marina's watching. Marina's watching," making sure you thought I looked nice. 

     Fast forward a few months when you became my trainer, and, I think, out of any trainer. This isn't to disparage everyone else, of course. It's just to say that you're a great teacher. 

I honestly don't even have much commentary here, I think this picture speaks for itself.

Kat, 

     Although hunters isn't quite my thing, it was my pleasure to have you as my trainer. Admittedly, I don't have much to say, since I only rode with you for a bit less than a year, but from what I experienced, some of the hunter elements of riding I still incorporate into my day-to-day rides. I wish I had some pictures to show, but I only have videos from my Instagram. 

Cameron, 

     Once again one of my most transformative trainers, I must say, because it was you that introduced me to competing. We had attended a local starter trial (where, as a nice segue later, my next trainer competed too, apparently) and the USPC Virginia Eventing Rally (double-segue, it was hosted at the barn where I currently ride), and I had a blast. 

Not to mention you have the cutest Fjords

     I really wish Difficult Run Pony Club was still around, but I understand that our membership was too low. Anyway, it was with you that I finally had the chance to get a pony club rating. 

Picture after my D-1 rating!

And my D-3!

And teamwork makes the dream work, right?

     Understandably, professional life comes first, and I wish you the best in your work. Actually, I have a thank-you gift that I'd forgotten to give you, so, if you still want it (and you're reading this), let me know, I guess? 

Hillary, 

     I think you really "got" my riding experience and what I needed (even if I didn't want it, because, of course, hard work is, well, hard). I don't have many photos from our lessons, but here's one from the first lesson at Angelica: 

Just look at Bama, isn't he the cutest?

     I apologize for leaving somewhat abruptly. In part, it was because my parents weren't a fan of how safe the barn was (they thought it might be a fire hazard, so you can probably understand why they would rather me elsewhere). I must say, I could have gone to your barn out in The Plains (I believe?), and maybe that wouldn't have been too bad an idea, except for the fact that it would likely require getting my own horse, and between not living close enough and going off to college in a year, it just wasn't in the cards. 

     Anywho, you helped me regain my confidence jumping, which was pretty imperative if I was to, you know, actually event. 

     

Megan, 

     Over the few summer months I spent under your instruction, I might have had some of the much fun yet in the saddle. Secretly, I think I've developed an affinity for jumpers. 

Not too shabby, eh?

     Not that this matters, but it was petty cool that you used to ride EZ to Spot! 

     I hope you're still at Split Elm this summer, because I know I will! 

And as for Rachel, well, she's still my trainer, so I don't think that fits the spirit of this entry, but if you're looking for a Rachel little appreciation, here's a bit from my last post. 

What's the bottom line? Everyone has their own teaching style, and everyone has something super useful and unique to contribute. 

And y'all? What're your best trainer memories?