January always seems to drag its heels through a fog of cold, dank darkness. I always struggle to lift my spirits above the depressing emptiness which follows the festive social frenzy; with only the crumbs of the Christmas cake, the hazy memories of friends and family and what was once a chocolate mountain reduced to a remnant, every day seems like an effort.
But with February just around the corner, I am fending off the winter blues with thoughts of the imminent start of the eventing season – only six weeks away and counting. Poised upon the brink of a new phase of my ‘new life’, I feel a new optimism for the year ahead. Without the demands of teaching my stress levels have diminished along with my anaemia. Purely coincidence? Surely not.
Looking back, I was living on adrenalin as I tore myself in too many different directions. That can not be a healthy state to exist in. So without that pressure? I have more energy, am more relaxed and feel happier. I have more space in my mind to put things into perspective, no longer overreact about trivial problems and have more time to think about what I’m doing and how.
Apart from the book (nearly finished – still no agent!) the competition season is my main focus. Riding lots of different horses has given me a greater edge of confidence; I am riding more consistently and with a far greater feel. New challenges are exciting rather than terrifying. Self doubts are replaced more quickly by positive thinking and self belief; those distant goals seem somehow more obtainable.
My new life style has enabled me to fit in more training, more practice and more fun; with the luxury of flexible time, it all seems more manageable. I now have time to think about how I ride my own horses, more time to put theory in to practice and more time to enjoy them. Consequently they are both on very good form. We’ve been out to a few shows and performed well; we’re already looking forward to the next. Although we’ve already had some highs and lows this season, I’ll be taking each day as it comes and keeping things well in perspective. Bow Roger and I are definitely ready for the off!
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Sunday, 30 January 2011
Friday, 16 July 2010
The continuous learning curve
So how has my season gone so far? Well let’s put it this way – with all the wake up calls I’ve had so far, I should be an insomniac! So why hasn’t it gone to plan? Firstly the pressure of leaving teaching has made me try far too hard. Additionally I’ve been long listed for the 2* event team (for the European championship to be held in the UK in 2011) whilst I am thrilled, inevitably this has added to the pressure I put upon myself. I don’t want to be mediocre, I don’t want to be average; I want to be as good as I know I can be. At the moment, I just seem to be doing a great job in sabotaging my own success. I accept that competing in any sport involves constant development; I just want to create a learning curve with a steadier incline – to eradicate the dips.
My self-belief has been shaky for a while – no reason in particular although exacerbated by my health scare last autumn. Inevitably this has a negative impact upon my state of mind; for me, this is the most detrimental factor upon my performance. When I venture beyond my comfort zone, push myself to the next level (the time when I need extra resilience) the doubts creep in. They enter through devious channels and in unexpected ways; they make me view things in an entirely negative light and beat myself up for minor mistakes. Most significantly, they make me physically tense during competitions which impacts (quite drastically) upon my horse’s performance.
Following a disappointing three-day performance at Houghton Hall in May (where I let myself down, my horse down, my husband down, my trainers down... even my dogs down ) I sought out a sports psychologist recommended to me via word of mouth; this method of sourcing seemed preferable to the media hype surrounding the mind-bending promises I found on-line. The Mind &Body Guru offered me ‘A new body, mind and way of thinking...’ for only £300 a month I was promised personal, instant counselling. Although the hype sounded amazing (really?) clearly it wasn’t a viable option. I decided to go for the local, cheaper version. I arrived at his ‘office’ – a shabby porta-cabin in the middle of a small-holding. Well, I reminded myself, I had opted for this over the glitzy, gilded guru for economic reasons, so I couldn’t really judge the location.
I had to hang around for a while before he appeared, apologetic for having been stuck in traffic and glistening slightly due to the heat. He didn’t strike me instantly as someone who might inspire me with confidence, but I tried desperately hard to keep an open mind. He sat me down in his rather ramshackle office where pictures of successful sports men and women peppered the walls; presumably testaments to his success. My optimism given a slight boost, I wondered if maybe he could help me after all. Even despite the distraction of his rather bizarre goatee beard (it looked rather like a tramline running down the groove of his chin; all I could think was why? What did it really achieve?) He lectured me about the theory of sports psychology when what I wanted was practical ways of managing my nerves; frustratingly, all I could focus upon was his chin. I left feeling disappointed and disillusioned. When he contacted me a few weeks later to suggest a follow up ‘deep cleansing’ session, all I could do was laugh hysterically.
I have worked hard on managing my nerves since; finding practical solutions of my own which help me to stay in the zone. I have been better; I’ve managed to keep softer hands (the key to my success) in all three phases. Yet I still manage to make the most frustrating blunders. The latest was at Barbary Horse Trials; selected deliberately as a high profile event where I could test myself under pressure. The first two phases (dressage and show jumping) were more measured on my part; not perfect, but nonetheless better. The final phase (x-country) doesn’t usually cause me as much concern as I can ride in my positive, attacking mode; yet this time, for some unknown reason, I rode a sequence of fences in a particularly random way, resulting in Bow deciding to run past one. Totally my fault. Totally frustrating. The course was relatively straightforward. I really can’t explain what came over me. All I need to do is to ride more consistently, so why can’t I do that? I can and I will...
....Our next big test is The Festival of British Eventing, held at Gatcombe at the beginning of August, where Bow and I are entered for the Intermediate Championship. It will be our first time competing there. It will be our first attempt at advanced level. I must ride at my bravest , at my best and at my most consistent....It really is a case of mind over matter......at least I hope it is....
My self-belief has been shaky for a while – no reason in particular although exacerbated by my health scare last autumn. Inevitably this has a negative impact upon my state of mind; for me, this is the most detrimental factor upon my performance. When I venture beyond my comfort zone, push myself to the next level (the time when I need extra resilience) the doubts creep in. They enter through devious channels and in unexpected ways; they make me view things in an entirely negative light and beat myself up for minor mistakes. Most significantly, they make me physically tense during competitions which impacts (quite drastically) upon my horse’s performance.
Following a disappointing three-day performance at Houghton Hall in May (where I let myself down, my horse down, my husband down, my trainers down... even my dogs down ) I sought out a sports psychologist recommended to me via word of mouth; this method of sourcing seemed preferable to the media hype surrounding the mind-bending promises I found on-line. The Mind &Body Guru offered me ‘A new body, mind and way of thinking...’ for only £300 a month I was promised personal, instant counselling. Although the hype sounded amazing (really?) clearly it wasn’t a viable option. I decided to go for the local, cheaper version. I arrived at his ‘office’ – a shabby porta-cabin in the middle of a small-holding. Well, I reminded myself, I had opted for this over the glitzy, gilded guru for economic reasons, so I couldn’t really judge the location.
I had to hang around for a while before he appeared, apologetic for having been stuck in traffic and glistening slightly due to the heat. He didn’t strike me instantly as someone who might inspire me with confidence, but I tried desperately hard to keep an open mind. He sat me down in his rather ramshackle office where pictures of successful sports men and women peppered the walls; presumably testaments to his success. My optimism given a slight boost, I wondered if maybe he could help me after all. Even despite the distraction of his rather bizarre goatee beard (it looked rather like a tramline running down the groove of his chin; all I could think was why? What did it really achieve?) He lectured me about the theory of sports psychology when what I wanted was practical ways of managing my nerves; frustratingly, all I could focus upon was his chin. I left feeling disappointed and disillusioned. When he contacted me a few weeks later to suggest a follow up ‘deep cleansing’ session, all I could do was laugh hysterically.
I have worked hard on managing my nerves since; finding practical solutions of my own which help me to stay in the zone. I have been better; I’ve managed to keep softer hands (the key to my success) in all three phases. Yet I still manage to make the most frustrating blunders. The latest was at Barbary Horse Trials; selected deliberately as a high profile event where I could test myself under pressure. The first two phases (dressage and show jumping) were more measured on my part; not perfect, but nonetheless better. The final phase (x-country) doesn’t usually cause me as much concern as I can ride in my positive, attacking mode; yet this time, for some unknown reason, I rode a sequence of fences in a particularly random way, resulting in Bow deciding to run past one. Totally my fault. Totally frustrating. The course was relatively straightforward. I really can’t explain what came over me. All I need to do is to ride more consistently, so why can’t I do that? I can and I will...
....Our next big test is The Festival of British Eventing, held at Gatcombe at the beginning of August, where Bow and I are entered for the Intermediate Championship. It will be our first time competing there. It will be our first attempt at advanced level. I must ride at my bravest , at my best and at my most consistent....It really is a case of mind over matter......at least I hope it is....
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