Seven years ago I was working full time as an assistant trainer at an event barn. I was a bit of a crash dummy type, getting on everything and anything, in addition to teaching and holding down the fort when the main trainer was out and about. One day I got to the barn to ride a horse who I thought had been longed the day before. We had just had a big storm and the horses didn't get out for a few days. This horse was particularly obnoxious when not exercised, he had a really bad habit of rooting and bucking.
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This one wouldn't know what being obnoxious is like, he is always the most perfect |
I hopped on him and headed up to the arena to ride. Things were going okay until he grabbed the bit and bucked HARD and twisted. I didn't come off, but something was VERY WRONG with my lower back. A shooting pain was sent down my right leg and I hopped off, took the reins off over the horse's head, and limped down to the barn to put the horse away.
Unfortunately I didn't have health insurance, but after a week, I still couldn't ride without being in pain so I went to the doctor. I refused to do any tests or physical therapy due to the expense, but was put on high dose NSAIDs and told to take time to rest. Instead of resting, I took the meds and rode through it. I didn't keep track of taking them very well, I just felt pain and took them. That was dumb, as one would expect.
Fast forward through a stomach ulcer which caused me to drop a ton of weight I didn't have to drop, which caused me to get weaker and weaker, which caused me to fall off into a fence and get a concussion, but I couldn't take a day off work because #horsetrainerlife and so I went to work the next day and almost fell off in the same way (in the same helmet because couldn't afford a new one, it's winter), which caused me to go home and sign up for classes again. Which got me my bachelor's degree and my master's and led to a job and my pony! So it wasn't all bad.
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This isn't in my favorite part of the step but I love my position here reflecting, somehow, all the Mary stuff I've been working on. There's still so much to fix but it's coming along! |
Sooo that was a long story, what was the point? Well, that SI injury still hasn't been dealt with. I occasionally have sciatica due to it, which chiropractic care helps with, but for the most part, my asymmetry has protected the joint. Riding doesn't hurt it, but I think if TC's bucks get twisty, I'll be singing a different tune.
The trainer putting the Mary clinic on is a physical therapist, so when I put the franklin ball under my heavy seat bone (the left side), which dropped my right seat bone, and felt a TON of pain, I went to talk to her about it. Without poking at me, she told me that it's likely that the ligaments on the left side of my SI joint are longer than the ligaments on the right side. The shorter ligaments draw my right hip up. She said I needed physical therapy and I needed it as soon as possible.
So I think that I will be prioritizing PT very soon, but for now it's a lot about dealing with my asymmetry without increasing the pain in my SI. Luckily, despite all the pain I am in when I work on it on the ground, I have not been in pain yet working on it undersaddle. I don't know why, but I'm not complaining. I haven't yet had any riding-induced SI pain and I haven't had any sciatica either. Fingers crossed it stays the same. For now, I think addressing my asymmetry undersaddle is hopefully the first steps in getting myself all sorted out.
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You can see my asymmetry here a bit. Much tighter on the right side than the left. |
The asymmetry is essentially that the right side of my body is shorter than the left side. My right thigh falls away from the block and gets loose. My right seat bone sucks up away from the saddle. My left leg gets heavy and tight against him, my right leg hooks around him and/or slides forward. When tracking left, I can't close the door on the right side of my body. When tracking right, I can't ride him off my right leg correctly so he often rides with his rib cage too much to the inside.
On the ground this is pretty apparent. At the clinic we did a partner exercise to examine our asymmetries and I'll try to explain it. Stand as if tracking to the right- right leg slightly ahead of left leg, feet shoulder width apart, a slight bend in the knee. Have someone about your height stand behind you and put their hands around your ribcage, up near where an underwire would be on a bra. Have them pull back on you and you resist. Then have them pull back on you down near your love handles, and on your hips. Repeat the same thing tracking left, right leg behind left leg with both knees bent.
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And you can see it here too, though damn look at that pony's uphill balance! But to me, I'm so much looser in my left oblique than in my right, and so unstable tracking left. |
For me, when tracking right I was pretty stable when Kate pulled against me. I forget exactly, but I think I was a titch weaker pulling against my love handle area, but mostly pretty stable. To the left, Kate nearly pulled me down. I got very unstable laterally, kept shuffling side to side trying to keep my balance. Mary wandered by and I immediately jumped on her (well, not ON her), asked her why WHY was I so unstable to the left. She did the same exercise with me and nearly threw me to the ground as well. But then noticed when her hands were on my waist that I engage my left oblique when traveling right but not when traveling left.
This is all due to that left side being longer and looser. If you think about my spine as a tent pole and the left and right sides of my body as strings holding up the tent pole up. My left string is long and loose, my right one is tight, holding the tent pole up. If I think about lengthening the right side to match the sides, I'll lose stability that the right string has in it. If you are looking to create stability in the tent pole, you tighten the loose side, not loosen the tight side.
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Switching to front and back lines, one of my strengths in the canter is not tipping my shoulders back behind my hips in the down swing, and not thinking that this time is a good one to pull on the reins either. So he can really stay up through his shoulders! Good pony. |
Translating this undersaddle, it means that I need to tighten up that left oblique, plug my right seat bone in, snug in my right thigh, and think about shortening the space between my left armpit and my left hip bone.
It's been an absolute GAME CHANGER, this work. I never used to be able to sit the trot tracking left. I felt like it was all TC. He was weaker that way. He didn't want to come through on that side, on the right rein. He didn't want to keep his left hind under him. He gave me nowhere to sit. He was being a jerk. He was trying to get out of work.
Wait. That's not how horses... work.
Instead now that I'm hyper aware of what is going on, I realize that he doesn't feel bad that way, I feel bad that way. I feel unstable and loose in the tack. I don't keep my right side on him. I don't keep him in the middle of my body.
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Trying to stay into my right hip and right thigh but man is that super fucking hard! |
And sure enough, when I really focus on this stuff, he's right there for me. The stability that I provide him allows him to come better through and more engaged because there's room there for him.
It's REALLY hard though, my rides make my brain hurt and my abs hurt every time. But the feeling that he gives me is so addicting that I just don't care. On Friday I exhausted myself to the point where I felt like I was going to pass out when I got off of him (must get in better shape...). I know that the more I put into it, the faster that this type of riding will feel like I'm doing nothing. So I'm on this shit.