After a terrible night filled with anxiety dreams about work (work dreams are the WORST – bad enough being there during the day, but in my dreams as well?) I woke and went out to the stable. After mucking out and getting her feed ready, I saddled Lizzy and rode her slowly, gently…and she was MUCH better. A bit out of breath after a short burst of canter, but otherwise much improved.
I wonder if she had a touch of some virus, and that’s what was causing the exercise intolerance. I’d ruled it out because she was bright, eating well, didn’t have a snotty nose, and didn’t have a temperature, but it’s possible she had something that was making her feel “off.” And, being the delicate little prima donna that she is, she has to be over-dramatic about everything.
It’s funny – she hasn’t been really worked in ages, and she’s a very hot, excitable horse that can throw total hysterical tizzies when she feels like it. But, perhaps given her age, she’s also very sensible. I can just hop on her and trust her not to launch me immediately, I can take her into canter without wondering if she’s going to work off excess energy with a series of bucks. She’s such a good girl…most of the time. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a horse that was so perfectly suited to me. I just wish that I could work her health and agoraphobia problems out.