
04/03/2025
When you say... just take me on a trail ride!!!??? Lol
Umm... ok.
Are you a good rider!?!?
đ´â¨ Trail Riding: Where Confidence Goes to Die
(and how to do something about thatđ)
Trail riding.
That romantic fantasy where you and your horse glide along in spiritual synchronicityâ
theyâre reading your mind,
youâre breathing deeply,
the scent of eucalyptus filling your lungs and aligning your chakras,
and not a single muscle in your body clenched in terror.
HAHAHAâno.đ
Hereâs a common version for many lovely peopleđą:
Trail riding is a shared panic spiral.
You and your horse, locked in a feedback loop of fear, reacting to shadows, rustling leaves, and plastic bags possessed by demons.
Each of you nervously amplifying the other, like a badly tuned emotional guitar.
Itâs not teamwork.
Itâs co-dependent doom anticipation.
One of you is wearing a helmet.
The other has hooves and better faster reflexes.
Neither of you is helping.
If this is youâI see you. Once I was you....
Luckily, trail drama is highly treatable.đŠââď¸
Spoiler: the horse is not necessarily the problem.đŤŁ
I didnât know how to help my horseâor how much I was making things worse.
I wanted them to be chill and brave... while I rode like a caffeinated meerkat at a fireworks showđ.
Then somewhere between âI never want to do this againâ and âWhy is my Apple Watch registering this as a cardiac eventđ?â I learned the secret:
đ Look up. Ride somewhere.
Yes, really. Thatâs the whole thing.
Stop scanning for threats like a doomsday prepper.
Pick a direction. Ride with intention.
Your horse doesnât need you to narrate the trail. They need you to act like youâve got a plan and youâre not afraid of crunchy leaves.
But letâs be clear: this didnât happen because I lit a candle and whispered affirmations into my saddle pad.
I trained for it.
I worked on myself.
I trained away from the trail, and on it.
On windy days. On weird days.
I built my seat. I built my horseâs understanding.
I stacked experience and skills like bricksâuntil we had a foundation we could ride out on.
Because confidence isnât a vibe.
Itâs a skillset with receipts.đŞ
đ´ Want to actually enjoy trail riding? Try this:
1ď¸âŁ Expose your horse to nonsense.
Tarps, prams, balloon-wielding children.
Let them freak out in a controlled fashion somewhere safe, so they donât do it at a canter near a cliff.
And yesâitâs as much about training you as it is them.
2ď¸âŁ Ride with someone unbothered.
Find the trail boss whose horse would walk through a Bunnings calmly.
Study them. Channel their energy. Borrow their calm until youâve built your own.
3ď¸âŁ Start where you wonât die.
Stick to familiar tracks. Know where the monsters live (usually it's that one letterbox).
Then expand like a cautious amoeba.
4ď¸âŁ Lead on the ground.
Yes, groundwork.
Be the bushland tour guide your horse didnât ask for.
Confidence grows when you both experience the trail without pressure.
5ď¸âŁ Learn what a freeze really means.
When your horse turns into a statue, theyâre not plotting your demise.
Theyâre buffering. Investigating. Itâs called the orienting reflex.
Donât poke the buffering horse. Wait. Then look up and ride somewhere like the kind of human theyâd follow into a dark alley.
6ď¸âŁ Train your seat like itâs a seatbelt.
If you canât sit a spook, fix that.
Balance isnât about elegance. Itâs about not eating gravel. Or at least get a saddle that gives you an advantage against physics!
7ď¸âŁ Be less dramatic than your horse.
Itâs not their job to keep you safe.â
Itâs your job to keep them safe.â
Be the Wi-Fi they can plug into. Be the calm. Be the âweâre goodâ human.đڏââď¸
Trail riding isnât for the faint of heart. Or the unprepared.
And confidence? Itâs not magic.
Confidence is like IKEA furniture.
There is a clear way to build it:
Start with instructions. Work on yourself. Build your skills. Prepare your horse.
Itâs all there in the metaphorical Allen key of training.
But most people approach trail riding like they approach flat-pack furniture:
No prep. No tools. No plan.
Just blind optimism and a pretty photo in a catalogue.
Then they wonder why itâs wobbly, missing screws,
and held together by hope and the ramifications corner-cutting.
Confidence isnât a gift.
Itâs self-assemblyâ
built through repetition, strategy, and mildly uncomfortable effort.
Not because youâre broken.
But because youâre a detail-oriented control freak who really hates uncertainty.đ¤
And honestly? Thatâs not a flaw.
Itâs a superpowerâ
once you learn how to aim it properly.đŻ
So if you want your horse to be calm,
be the one who stops feeding the panic loop.
Do the work. Ride forward. Ride like youâre in charge of this amazing two-headed organism called you and your horse.
They donât need you to be fearless.
They need you to be competent.
And ideallyâŚ
not freaking out at every snapping twig.
If you're ready to stop white-knuckling trail rides and start riding like you mean it, come hang out with me. I teach this stuff.đ
IMAGEđ¸: A couple of trail bosses (Fiona & Mary-Anne) and the magnificent Clarence River in the background đ
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