Sunday, March 21, 2010

Kentucky: The Horse Capital of the World

I am on the way home from Lexington, Kentucky, where I spent the weekend at the National Youth Horse Leader’s Symposium, an annual conference put on by the American Youth Horse Council http://ayhc.com , whose mission is to unite and provide resources for all of the organizations that serve youth in the horse industry. It’s been a while since I attended the symposium and it was good to be back and see a lot of old friends and colleagues. I was only there for one day and two nights and I did a seminar, a keynote speech and an arena presentation at the KY Horse Park http://www.kyhorsepark.com (site of the World Equestrian Games that will be held this fall, for the first time ever in the US). I'll be back for the Games and the accompanying International Equestrian Festival in the fall...

My workshops were well-attended and a lot of fun. It is an enthusiastic group—mostly 4H leaders from around the country, as well as Pony Club leaders, instructors and representatives of various breed organizations. I am always impressed how hungry this crowd is for new information that will help them be better leaders. We had a lot of fun in my seminar on “making the most of your unmounted meetings” where I shared some fun exercises that can be done off the horse that will help improve rider skill.

My arena presentation was about teaching group riding lessons and it was in the new indoor stadium that was built for the WEG. Now I see why the tickets to the games are so expensive! It’s a nice coliseum but it only holds 5200 seats so even the top rows offer excellent viewing of the arena floor. I am hoping I’ll get to see a little of the WEG competition when I am there this fall. Are any of you planning to go to Lexington for the World Games?

My keynote speech was titled, “Horses are Journey, Not a Destination.” It was a philosophical, humorous and auto-biographical look at my life with horses. I don’t routinely give keynote speeches since usually I am teaching something specific and not waxing poetic. But I always enjoy doing something different, even though it requires more effort and preparation on my part—I can’t just step into the arena and wing it. I spent a fair amount of time working on this speech in the past couple weeks and then practiced reciting it dozens of times in my hotel room. But, I think it came out pretty good. Here are a couple out-takes from the whole speech (which is much to lengthy to post here):

“…Believe it or not, I was a very shy and introverted child. My parents were worried that I didn’t have any friends and concerned that I chose to spend my time in my tree fort in the horse pasture instead of hanging out with the other kids after school. The first thing I learned from horses was a sense of freedom and empowerment. Riding gave me an incredible sense of power and adventure as a shy little girl. I was never happier as a kid than when I was in the barn with the horses. I rode like the wind, usually bareback, in my bathing suit with no shoes, much to my mother’s dismay. I craved running the horses up and down the long rows of trees in the orange grove, the faster the better. I didn’t need any human friends because I was content to mingle with the herd and whisper secrets into my horse’s neck. This was far more preferable to me than slumber parties and hanging out with friends after school.”

“…From a very early age, my hose journey has taken frequent detours in the direction of humility. What is it about a horse’s uncanny ability to bring you to your knees at the very moment you expect it the least? Have you ever bragged on a horse, only to have him embarrass you moments later? You’d think by now I would have learned this lesson thoroughly, having been periodically humiliated by horses all my life. But just the other day, I found myself saying, “this horse never spooks.” No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I was proved wrong. Note to self: NEVER say a horse doesn’t spook, especially to a prospective buyer! So I spent the next hour eating my words and amazingly, I sold the horse anyway. But the lesson to be learned here is that if you talk bad about a horse, he will be good and if you talk good about him, you may be eating a crow sandwich any minute.”

“…Beyond anything else perhaps, horses have taught me to have a big heart and to always try hard. After more than 30 years as a horse trainer, I am still constantly amazed at a horse’s ability to try hard to do what we ask-- in spite of us. He takes the jump again and again, in spite of frequent interference from the rider. The horse that goes to work every day in a saddle that is so ill-fitting that it leaves white scars on his back or abscessed withers. The horse that keeps trying to find the right answer even though the rider jerks at his mouth and draws blood with his spurs. A horse that keeps going past the horse-eating trash can because you told him to, even though every cell in his body is shaking with fear. The horse that wins every race until the day his heart overpowers his body and he breaks down physically.”

Everywhere you go in Lexington, there are reminders of how important horses are. The airport is on Man O’ War Blvd and almost every major thoroughfare is named after a legendary stallion. The incredible horse farms with mares and foals basking in the sun and munching bluegrass are almost everywhere you look. Incredibly beautiful life-sized sculptures of horses all over the city including a display downtown of about 10 race horses and jockeys running for the finish line. I’ve included a shot of one of the many sculptures at the airport as well as a shot of me at the KHP arena with Fernanda Camargo, from the U of KY, who was kind enough to help facilitate my presentations.

This week, I’ll be home all week; at least until Sunday. I am hoping to have some time with friends and maybe even squeeze in one last day of skiing. Next, we're off to shoot Horse Master in Florida, then I have clinics coming up in California! Here's the clinic schedule/map for the spring/summer: http://juliegoodnight.com/2010clinicmap.html

Enjoy the ride!

Julie

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Adventures on the Drive Home

Some days just don’t work out according to plan and in spite of our best intentions, we butt heads with reality. For as much as I travel, it is amazing to me how well things work out most of the time. But when things go bad on a travel day, they tend to snow ball. Monday was that kind of day for me.

I had a great weekend at the NE Horse Fair in Lincoln. There were three incredible volunteers that helped me every minute of the weekend, with setting up the booth, manning the booth during the show, getting me food and water when I needed it. I even had a horse valet that saddle my horse (an awesome QH stallion by the name of Little Goniff) and brought him to the venue just in time for me to mic-up and step on the horse and give my presentations. I felt very spoiled. My endless thanks to Gretchen, Carrie and Stephanie for your endless energy and cheerful company.

The weekend went so well, I should have known it was too good to be true. In fact, on Sunday I found myself bragging that because I had an early flight on Monday, I would be back in Denver at 7:20a and home by noon—half a day more at home than usual! I was in bed early that night in anticipation of a 5:00a trip to the airport but my sweet dreams were rudely interrupted at midnight with a call from the airline that my flight had been cancelled and that I was rebooked on a 7:50 PM flight (12 hours later!). Arrghh! I cancelled my early wakeup call and decided to worry about it in the morning.

Monday morning my options didn’t look any better—there was one earlier flight but it was very over-booked (love those airline policies) and my chances looked slim for getting on standby. After a little research, I discovered it was only a 6 ½ hour drive from Lincoln to the Denver airport, where I could retrieve my car and be home three hours later. If things went according to plan, I might be home by 7:00p, almost a full hour before my rescheduled flight would’ve left Lincoln. Since hanging out at the cozy Lincoln airport all day did not sound even remotely appealing, I was on the road in my rental car to Denver by 8:00a.

At the next town, I ordered some fast-food and picked up an audio book and soon I was cruising happily down the interstate, the miles flying by quickly with the straight highway and high speed limits. I guess it worked out better for me than for some others but it wasn’t long before I hit my first delay: the west-bound interstate was closed due to a roll-over accident. Thankfully no one was hurt, but conveniently (not) the SUV had come to rest on its roof smack in the middle of the two-lane highway; so there we sat for almost 45 minutes while EMS tended to the accident. Oh well, with that delay behind me, I was soon cruising again, still hopeful of making it home before nightfall.

Things went smoothly for a while, except for the harrowing drive that I had when my gas warning light came on in the middle of the Nebraska corn fields, with a sign announcing, “next exit with services 28 miles.” With the help of my clenched butt cheeks and white knuckles, I made it to the next gas station, plugged in the gas hose and ran inside for an urgent visit to the facilities. When I came back out there was gas spraying all over the ground; my tank had filled but the emergency shut off didn’t work. I took a berating from the clerk, but then as I was leaving realized that it was their faulty equipment that had not worked. Why were they blaming me? No matter, back on the road again, with Denver International now in my sights.

With the efficiency of someone who knows her way around the airport, I drove up to my truck, unloaded my considerable luggage, drove back to the rental car return and hopped the shuttle back to the terminal. Within 20 minutes, I was back on the road home, this time in my own vehicle. Smugly, I called Rich to inform him that I would be home in time to have dinner with him and he warned me not to count my chickens before they hatched and to drive very carefully on this last 175 mile leg of my 825 mile trip.

Then I hit the visqueen. With heavy interstate traffic approaching Denver, I was in the far left lane with a concrete retaining wall on my left and cars on all sides when the huge shoot of plastic appeared in front of me, wafting around the car in front. In a split second I made the decision it was too dangerous to veer and that it was just plastic and wouldn’t hurt anything as it hit my grill. Proud of myself for maintaining a steady course, I glanced at the rear-view mirror hoping to see the sheet of plastic appear from behind me. No such luck—no plastic. Clearly it was stuck on my truck and seconds later, the loud staccato ”pwof-pwof-pwof” was all the proof I needed. I quickly crossed four lanes of traffic and pulled over to the shoulder; leaning under my truck, I could see the whole sheet of plastic perfectly wrapped around my universal joint like a cocoon. Great. Wondering if it might melt or unravel, I drove a little farther on the shoulder, hoping to make it to the next exit. But the noise was very loud and I was concerned for my aged but beloved Chevy.

Figuring it was high-time to get my money’s worth from my AAA membership, I called in for the first time ever. Amazingly, within 10 minutes a tow truck appeared and the guy went right to work freeing my drive train from its bondage (it wasn’t easy). Apparently competition amongst tow services is fierce in that part of Denver because two more tow trucks appeared while I was there, their drivers aggravated they didn’t make it to the scene in time for the catch. Surprisingly, within 20-30 minutes, I was back on the road again with everything running fine.

Cautious but optimistic, I completed the drive home and even with all my delays, I still made it home before my rescheduled flight would’ve even left Lincoln. Amazingly, Plan B worked. And I made it in time for Rich and I to have a late dinner together. It never felt so good to be home and I finished the audio book just as I pulled in the driveway. All things considered, not a bad day.

This weekend I head to Lexington KY for the National Youth Horse Leader’s Symposium—a gathering of 4H, Pony Club and other horse club leaders from around the country. It should be a great event and I am excited to see some of my old friends there. With a little luck, I’ll make it home on Sunday this week, instead of my typical Monday. But I am not counting my chickens yet.

Enjoy the ride,

Julie