My first time horseback riding was quite some time ago, it wasn’t anything spectacular, I did not realize how talented I was nor did I have some spiritual connection with the horse, in fact it was quite embarrassing. It was a quite some time back, my friends invited me to go to a mountain camp resort, it had everything from repelling, zip lines, among other suicidal contraptions they call “fun”, of course I could not back down from any challenge, whether they know this or not, they also invited a girl I was very much interested in, and every fiber in my body demanded that I would be all macho and such, though my body was actually very soft a flabby.
It’s my time to shine…
The first day had a lot of hiking involved, and my non-sporty body pretty much did not impress, though she was a nice girl and was pretty much friendly throughout the whole trip. It became clear that it she was actually into the sporty single guy of the group, who was annoying enough incredibly talented at pretty much everything he touched on. So, even though he was like one of my best buddies, he was at that time my adversary. And I waited for the time that I would outshine him, and the next morning, that moment came.
We had all signed up for horseback riding lessons, it was nothing much, our trainer was not an equestrian or anything professional, he was the guy in charge of the stables. Since none of us were trained, and there was a lack of staff in the stables that time, we opted to get individual lessons on one horse (like I said it’s nothing like the lessons we talk about here, just sharing my first time). So yeah, we were a bunch of young people riding a horse, being dragged around being told what to do like children. Something good came up with this though, and that is that our sporty guy apparently had trouble with horseback riding. I thought to myself that it was my moment to shine! I did rather well on my uncle’s mechanical bull, so why not this…
When it was my turn I was ready to show off as soon as the guy told me the controls (yeah I was an idiot), so I listened to the guy and showed that I was pretty capable, I asked if I could ride on my own a bit and after a moment of hesitation, and the promise of a generous tip, I was allowed to do so.
The horse is a beautiful creature, and it was an incredible experience to ride one for the first time. With the teaching of the guy, I had control over it, and when the clearing came and I saw the group waiting in the distance, I decided to show off a bit by making the horse “go faster”. I think I had look pretty magnificent back then, just like those old Marlboro commercials, I later realized that I really wasn’t taught how to slow a horse down… Yes, the moment I was supposed to show my greatness became an embarrassing one of shouting and crying for help.
In the end I was fine, as the horse did eventually slow down and the trainer got a hold of us. I vowed to better myself in the equestrian ways that day. Now I am pretty good in what I do, and though sporty guy lived happily ever after with the girl, I found something I enjoy doing.