Showing posts with label Horses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horses. Show all posts

Friday, October 14, 2011

2011 Streak Day 268 (Wed 28 Sept): Morning


2011 Streak Day 268 (Wed 28 Sept): Walk 3 miles, Time 1hr, Weather - spectacular
You could not believe the joy I found in something so simple. The joy from going outside and walking by the canal and across the moor in the early morning.
It was one of those days where the sun was rising on what would be a hot day yet there was still the overnight mist to be burnt away. I arrived at Boxmoor early enough to see ribbons of mist still hovering over the grass. Beautiful!  And in the field were hoses, for the most part, contentedly munching the dewy fresh grass.
The light was stunning, everything felt at peace and I felt content.
I was however amused to notice that I passed two men walking their dogs, both the men were on their iphones, one doing internety things, the other was talking. "Wow"I thought, "It is only 7o'clock in the morning. You don't have to be quite so connected quite so early."

Thursday, September 22, 2011

2011 Streak Day 235 (Wednesday Aug 24th): Dreamlike


2011 Streak Day 235 (Wednesday  Aug 24th):  Walk - 4.1 miles, Time 1hr 25min, Weather - Scudding clouds, patches of sun, patches of grey, quite warm

In the beginning of the film Michael Clayton George Clooney stops his car in the middle of nowhere and walks towards some horses that have appeared from the dawn mist. As he reaches out there is an explosions and the car he has just left  is a fire ball. The horses run off. There is a strange dreamlike feel to the whole scene and in particular to the horses in the mist.
Nothing dramatic happened to me today. There were definitely no explosions but I had the same dreamlike sensation as I came across this hooded horse, standing peacefully in the wooded fringe of a field, his coat dappled with sunlight. It was ever so slightly weird. I have not seen a blindfolded horse horse before. I assume he had had some sort of treatment but I don't know much about horses and that is only supposition.
It was just odd, I was walking on a footpath, small stream to one side, wood to the other, completely alone. In such places the imagination can have a feast.
Other than that it was a day in Cambridge with my exercise being the walk back to the Trumpington park&ride. I could still feel yesterday  and it was a bit of a slog but I survived by going slow and looking around.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Plodding


Juneathon day 13: run 9.23km, time 58min

So far there have been no animal pictures for this year’s Juneathon - an obvious lack. It is easy to rectify, all I have to do is to run across Boxmoor, rather than the adjacent canal path. in different areas of the Moor there are usually sheep, cows and horses grazing. Today I ran by the horses and took this photo. I must admit I felt a certain amount of empathy watching the horse slowly plod across the field with her head down. I could almost hear a sigh.

Although I was not sighing, I was slowly plodding. But that was OK - it is all part of the plan. My whole idea for this Juneathon is to run every session at an easy pace; not taxing myself with speed, excessive distance, or steep hills. I don;t want any hard sessions which require recovery time. Instead I want to rediscover some consistency and get used to the idea of automatically getting out of the door, without thinking.

So far so good. Almost two weeks of exercise. This plan might just work.


Juneathon statistics 13/13
Run 9/13
distance 61.86km
time 5hr 37min
Cycle 2/13
distance 39.8 miles
time 2hr 58min

Gym 2/13
time 1hr 35min

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Everwhere There Are Lessons


The last post might have been about a bike but the theme was enthusiasm and how the love of an activity (and it could be any activity) makes people more alive. We respond to the bright eyed look of someone talking about their passions, even if the subject is remote from your own interests.

Horses are a case in point. For me they are an alien world but my sister, who is a physiotherapist, has developed an interest in their use for therapy and has recently bought her own horse. We visited the stable and watched her groom and ride her horse and could see the enjoyment. She also introduced us to two of her friends, her riding teacher and another physiotherapist who has her own stable, both of whom were brim full of an energetic enthusiasm. They loved everything to do with horses.

We even went to a horse show (called the Mane Event - I even managed to overcome my distrust of punning titles!) which was a trade show with display arenas. It was another glimpse into this new world. It was a bit like a running expo with different smells. One clear overlap was the focus on injury - there were a number of stall offering ointments and therapies. You can start up a conversation with any runner by asking how their injury is going, perhaps you can do the same for riders.

The other thing that struck me was the number of people selling dvds of training programmes and their approach to horsemanship. We saw a display by Jonathan Field that opened my eyes to what could be achieved. I didn’t know horses could be that obedient, for example he would point to a spot and get the horse to stop there, walk away and then call the horse to follow - it was almost like dog training.

He took his horse through a number of challenges such as weaving in and out of cones or playing with a Swiss ball. The idea was to keep the horse interested at all times. His approach came from a moment of insight when he had been trying to train a particular horse but was making no progress. The more he tried the worse things became. He then realised the horse was bored and he needed to think more from the horse’s perspective and engage it so it became as interested in him as he was in it.

To do this he rethought his routines so that he made sessions a series of challenges rather than an endless repetition of exercises. He also made sure that each sessions had a clear objective and once it was done it was over. It seemed as if the key quality was clarity. The horse had to know precisely what was expected and be prepared i.e. nothing was suddenly demanded. Importantly there was also the concept of rest, of taking a break so that things remained fresh.

As he talked I had a moment of insight and thought that the principles of clarity, challenges and rest could be profitable applied to my own training sessions. Training a horse might be thought of as similar to training your own body. Although there should be a closer relationship between your own brain and body than there is between a horse and a human, there is still a gap between part of the brain that holds the hopes and dreams and part of the brain and the body that has to execute the plan. One can think you are being sensible and realistic with your own training programme but the body might still rebel by breaking-down or sticking on a plateau of weariness, and be as intractable as any horse.

As I watched the horseman ride in such a fluid, easy manner I compared it to some of my forced and laboured runs. Could it be that he actually pays more attention to the needs of his horse than I do to the needs of my body?

Perhaps I need to rethink.