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Blogger Lauren Sprieser

June 7, 2013

Knowing Right From Left Is A Teaching Necessity

Ask any horseman what it takes to be a good teacher or a good trainer, and you'll get the usual soundbites: patience, creativity, a strong work ethic, great passion. Yeah yeah, sure sure. I'm coming up on my seventh year running my farm and teaching lessons for a living, and before that I rode with lots of great people, so I come from a place of experience when I say that, while yes, all that deep, profound stuff is true, what you really need to be good at this job is less like a Hallmark greeting card and more like Larry the Cable Guy. For example:

June 4, 2013

DQ Problems: Helmet Hair Edition

A few weeks ago I was invited to ride in the PVDA Ride For Life's Dancing Horse Challenge. This will be my third trip to the DHC, a fantastically fun freestyle extravaganza at the Price Georges Equestrian Center in Maryland that raises money for breast cancer research AND gives us all an excuse to wear a lot of pink and embarrass our horses, so it's really a win-win.

May 23, 2013

The Octopus On Roller Skates

Johnny is my third personal 4-year-old—Ella came to me at age 5—and as different as they all are now and were at the same age, they all have a few things in common. They tend to follow a pattern, and as such, I have a loose pattern on my approach to them.

May 21, 2013

Self Sufficiency

It was not the week I'd planned on having.

The Plan looked like this: make prompt recovery from The Plague, get back to work, go to horse show with awesome clients, win everything, party down.

May 13, 2013

Put It In Park

Every year or so, usually after a few months of running myself ragged, I go through a two-week period of serious enthusiasm. I mean, I am JONESED. I'm getting stuff done. I'm up late, sans caffeine, and then up early again the next morning with a big smile on my face. I tell myself that I must be doing something right; I must be eating right or doing really well with whatever exercise regime I'm on, or that maybe I've just biologically hit my stride, because, clearly, all this energy is so great.

Then I get the Plague.

April 30, 2013

Get A Life

A while back I scheduled a two-day clinic, which then had to be cut to one day. And somewhere between then and now I forgot to add lesson times back to my nifty e-scheduling system, which meant my students didn't know I was going to be around. And on Friday night, I went to make my schedule for the following day… and found I had nothing to do, other than ride a few horses. It was too late to call anyone to ask if they wanted a lesson for Saturday. 

April 21, 2013

A New Passion, In Three Parts

Friday, 4/12, 9 p.m.: My schedule for tomorrow is made, my bag is packed, and I'm checking the big email the triathlon director sent us to figure out exactly where we're supposed to meet tomorrow afternoon for the Mandatory First-Timer Meeting.

Which is when I see that I'm supposed to pick up my packet before 3 p.m. Before 3. No exceptions. 

I work on Saturdays. I've already cancelled two lessons to get to Richmond by 3:30 for the mandatory meeting, something I only learned was mandatory a few days before.

Oh booger.

April 18, 2013

Johnny Be Good

Long long ago, when I was young and adorable, I went to Germany to look for the horse that would be Billy. Billy was the first horse I sat on on that trip, out of about 20, and I kept coming back to him. My mom kept saying, really? Really? The first one you sat on? But it was true; I just knew.

April 11, 2013

Purpose That Defines Us, Purpose That Binds Us

I'm getting down to the wire training for my first triathlon, next Sunday, and that's meant some time on my bike trainer, watching movies in my apartment. I pick movies that are inspirational—you know, with lots of heavy music, gunfire and punching people. Last week, it was the Matrix Trilogy.

April 2, 2013

Homeward, And Onward, Bound

Three days, a thousand miles, and two cups of coffee later, I'm back in Virginia. And really, I don't think I've ever been happier to leave Florida. It seemed like everything I touched this winter fell apart, and I refuse to let it get me down, but I'm really quite glad to be home.

I've gone through all the plans from A to about Q at this point, so we're on Plan R:

- Midge is staying in walk work to try and keep good muscle tone while he heals.

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