Hope Horsemanship

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  • Life in Transition

    Life in Transition

    Have You Ever Felt Bone Tired?

    Recently I’ve noticed that my body seems to be struggling to keep up with me. I hear this echo reminder: the body keeps the score. I haven’t read that book, but it’s been recommended to me a few times. Maybe I should…

    I have learned not to ignore the subtle things, and this week I sat with the question—what is it? My joints get stiff; I have these weaknesses in my hip or shoulder that come and go… I’m getting older each year, and I had a pretty bad case of Lyme’s in 2024, so that can’t be discounted as a factor. The spirit is willing, but some days when I get up in the morning, it seems the flesh is weak.

    As I journaled and allowed myself to take stock of what is going on, I thought about how draining transitions are on us. I am definitely in a transition—in fact, I’m at the edge of the transition cliff this month, and as I get closer to the edge, the stress and fears are becoming more real each day. I sometimes get that feeling through my whole body—that tingling feeling when you’re too close to the edge and you look down…

    You step back and say: It’s okay, I’m not going to fling myself over. I am safe here.

    Only, actually, I am about to fling myself over.

    I have never felt the need to bungee jump or parachute out of a perfectly good plane. The turbulence that drops you (safely seat-belted in) without notice, makes me queasy. I’ve been told there are only two fears we are born with: the fear of loud noises and the fear of falling. This thing feels incredibly primal when it shudders through my system as I lay in the safety of my bed.

    As I considered this transition period, I realized I’ve probably been in some form of transition since 2019, but with a few seasons of stability in different areas of my life, I think moving to the rural mountains of Virginia in 2007 was the first real cliff dive that sent me into a way of life that has been constantly calling me to new growth and uncomfortable expansion. Looking back, there were numerous times I was pretty sure I wouldn’t “make it,” and yet each time, there I landed, in a better place than I left.

    As I considered this, it occurred to me that transitions are the most meaty and challenging places, and they define our lives, the excellence, and how far we can go. Just yesterday I heard in an interview: The scope of your life will likely be determined by how much pain you can tolerate.

    He was talking about how risky and painful expansion and growth can be. Those who can tolerate the pain that comes with being willing to press into places we cannot be certain of are more likely to expand their reach and see internal growth than those who have to stay in their comfort zone. Also I do not discount the reality that sometimes we are forced into transitions we did not volunteer for. Peoples lives are shifted through unwanted divorce, unexpected job loss, medical trauma, accidents and the like. That reminded me of a series I listened to on repeat, taking notes, by Tony Stoltfus years back, on going through transitions well—and how important the transition is to how the next season will be once we arrive.

    In fact, I believe the transitions are the most valuable material and show the strength or weakness in the structure, and this is where I circle back to my horsemanship.

    I spent a week with Harry Whitney and friends in Floyd, VA, a couple weeks ago, and in a few lessons he talked about the value of frequent transitions. Once we are established in a pattern, solid training and autopilot can take over, and we can look (artificially) pretty good. The part that reveals what is really going on under the surface, is in making a change together.

    Honor, Jaime and Harry Whitney

    Change in direction and change in speed are the most common with a horse—but these always require (if done well) a change of thought. How quickly and how completely can we get into the change? How available is the horse to our input that we should make a change? The way in which the horse goes from halt to walk, or walk to halt, can tell a lot about the quality of the connection.

    Humans have gotten adept at finding ways to make the body of the horse comply. We have the tools: reins and double reins; bits and stronger bits; martingales and nosebands; chains and cavessons when we need them. No matter how good we are at forcing the horse to physically take on a transition, their body tells the score if you look.

    “Get better at seeing the motions that go along with the emotions,” Harry would say. 

    Once you see how the tension shows itself, you won’t be able to unsee it. The first level of unwanted tension from a horse in physical compliance without a mental change is a head raising. I have seen this from a subtle lift to a full-on head fling that could take out a rider if not wearing a helmet. Even if you fix this with a tie-down, the brace shows up in the muscles and the hollow frame still exists under the surface. Tension kills. Bracing against the work we are doing creates damage internally and externally. I have actually seen horses (multiple times) exhibit intermittent lameness of various degrees that no veterinarian or farrier could explain or heal come right after working in a round pen with Harry, whose first concern is to remove the tension that comes from the mind and body out of alignment. Not only have I seen it, I went through it with Khaleesi a few years ago, and getting her to think “forward” instead of being physically driven forward cleared out the uneven lameness I’d been worrying over. It will show up on occasion—always when she does not want to go forward (especially the last loop of an endurance ride from camp)—and if I get her mind lined out, the off-step lameness gait dissolves completely. Every time.

    There are transitions all over our horse lives. Removing my horse from the pasture with her friends is a transition. Being groomed and tacked for an activity is a transition. Going from the ground to the saddle is a transition. How much attention do you pay to these steps? Does your horse fling up his head when you approach with a halter? Do you have to trick your horse into being caught with cookies or trapping him in a stall for breakfast? Do you use cross-ties to groom? Have you ever had someone hold your horse for you while you mount? Some of the ways we mitigate the weakness in these places are not bad if they are a temporary measure in place while the weakness is addressed so the horse can come fully on board, but they do reveal when something is broken in the connection.

    Leaving friends or the barn for a trail ride is a transition, changing gaits in the arena… changing direction, lines, and circles in an arena… These are all places we can find out: how available is the horse to us?

    I have found the first place to start, is to notice: whenever you stop your horse, does the head elevate? If so, you have tension in the transition and mental/physical disagreement—however slight. It is a weakness. Another place is going up a gait—when you ask your horse from walk to trot, do they pop themselves up into the trot with a hop in the front end? Or is it a smooth lift of the entire body driven from the hind?

    Most horses exhibit some of these tensions. Perfection is rare—but the truth, if we are willing to see it, will set us free. Noticing is the first step! Doing more frequent transitions until the resistance dissolves will bring more availability, relaxation, and connection. I have never seen someone address these transition issues and not get some shifts from the attempt. We first must have eyes to see, then we can begin to ask how we can make this better.

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    The best news is that focusing on the transition places makes a big difference in the whole picture. This is where greatness is gained or lost. Adjust the connection in the transition, and the connection in the execution of the whole is raised every time.

    I think it’s like this in life too. The transition spaces are harder to stay connected. Self-protection stemming from fear disconnects us from each other, ourselves, and God. When we disconnect, we harden and brace, preparing for the worst and feeling alone in our survival. For me, it can be easy to barrel onward, knowing what I have to do and bracing for the trouble I perceive ahead. I force myself onward because I know it’s what I must do. When walking through hell, keep walking! (I am far from walking through hell, but the point is related.)

    The fact that I’ve noticed I feel increasingly sore, exhausted, and with more on my mind that keeps me from interacting fully present with those around me is a signal to slow down and breathe. To reconnect first internally with myself: What is going on, and how do I feel about it? What am I most afraid of today?

    When I expose the truth of what I believe in the transition, and what is bringing the tension and stress, I can reconnect with others too. I might need to share my fears with trusted friends who can remind me I’m not alone and remind me of the truth of who I am. This truth is always greater than the perceived truth the fear plants. For me, I need to slow down to hear what God has to say about this season as well. I hear him in the ancient writings, in things highlighted in the nature around me, I hear him in a word of encouragement from a friend that hits deeper than usual, sometimes in a dream, or an idea or image that comes to me as if completely from outside my own thoughts. We all hear voices! It’s just easier to accept the voice that says: You’ll never make it. You’re going to die here. Why would you ever risk it? You’re not good enough.

    It is much harder to align with the voice of love that says: You are going to be okay! Relax and have peace even in the unknown—I promise to guide you through. No matter what happens, you’ll grow and learn—and you’re never alone! You can do it. Look how many times you thought you might fall and instead you flew! You can fly again!

    I suppose if the parallel returns to the horsemanship—it’s my job when I notice the tension to slow down and remind her: You can do this! We are in it together, and you can trust me. Relax into my guidance and trust that when we do it together, it will feel so much better! You can have peace right here, with me! Trust me.

    I know many people argue we don’t have time for that. But I choose not to believe in scarcity whenever I notice it creeping in. When we submit to the Kronos of the time clock and we believe that the scarcity of seconds, minutes, hours and days rule our lives, it always creates stress and tension and anxiety. When I enter into that transition space as a timeless product of Kairos time, everything expands and I have peace. What is more important than staying present in the moment, in the truth, and smoothing out the rough edges?

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    Yes, especially in the beginning, it takes time away from whatever agenda I have set. I have the choice before me to hurry in tension and disconnection to force something in order to check a box and get a thing accomplished, or I can step into eternity for a moment and reconnect, guide, and become a real leader that my horse will increasingly trust and depend on. The process is slower early on, but creates something of magical excellence along the years that is the thing I crave more than the buckle, the ribbon, or the record. It is more real than anything else I could produce, and it lasts longer too.

    For me, it is worth it.

  • The Ride I Quit Four Times Before Crossing the Finish Line

    The Ride I Quit Four Times Before Crossing the Finish Line

    Last week Khaleesi and I packed up and checked in at the American Endurance Ride Conference National Championship 100 mile (single-day) Endurance Ride. We hadn’t attempted a 100 since our overtime pull last July in Vermont that closed out our Recorder series for 2025. For those of you who followed that story and the tragic broken saddle that cost us a finish, this is a follow up.

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    They say there can be no resurrection without a death. Well call me Lazarus, because I died 4 times and was brought back over the weekend by a team of people who simply did not give me a reason to stay in the grave I’d dug out of the rocky ground of the Old Dominion 100 mile equine endurance race. 

    My 2025 ride season held high hopes and hard work. After getting knocked around more than usual, I came into the 2026 season with less confidence. Each ride was a test run to see what we had to move forward with. The early training and competitions were looking strong, and after a top 5 finish with a High Vet Score award at the Biltmore 55 mile race, I made the call to take a bigger risk: Enter Khaleesi into the National Championship 100 mile distance to see if we could make it through that grueling ride one more time. The “local” course, nicknamed the Beast of the East, is a 100 we had successfully completed in 2023, and because it was a championship ride it felt like a risk-reward worth the stretch. 

    I have what our sport calls a ‘non-typical’ endurance horse. She was born locally on Apple Horse Farm as a Saddlebred, Racking horse, TN Walker with a sliver of Arab that rarely shows up for me. On the flip side, she is mentally solid as a rock and though she’s not hot with speed, she has grit and has a reputation of getting it done, even if it ain’t always pretty.

    5:30am Crossing the Start Line (Photo: Becky Pearman)

    We crossed the starting line for this monster undertaking at 5:30am knowing it was likely we wouldn’t be back to cross the finish until after 5am the next day- if we made it to the finish line at all. There were 23 total riders on the 100 mile course that day, and only 15 would finish.  

    The course is a huge oval shaped loop out of Oarkney Springs, VA that takes the riders over and along the spines bordering Virginia and West Virginia in incredibly remote territory with almost no cellular coverage. The first two segments went surprisingly well and Khaleesi had powered up the 5,300 feet of elevation in the first 30 miles moving along with the front half in the cooler morning hours. It was on the way to ‘Bucktail’ (third vet hold) where, while walking over some rocks in a muddy, dry creek segment, stepped down into some kind of dip or hole-  way deeper than expected. The horse buckled at the knees and went down in the rocks on her front legs. I was caught unprepared and summersaulted right over her head into the rocks myself. I was more grateful for my helmet than ever as I realized I smashed my (protected) head on a rock. I got up with dirt in my mouth & pants, my shirt muddy, branches stuck to my helmet and sore with some serious bruising on my shoulder and left arm, but thankfully nothing serious. 

    Crewless Hold scene at Laurel Run (mid-day) (Photo: Becky Pearman)

    Riding alone in the heat of the afternoon, we were both getting tired. It sounds lame from my living room days later, but that was the first time I quit.  “Just get into Bucktail and you can give up. You aren’t going to make it all the way. You’re alone, and sore, and your horse is tired. And she can’t keep up with the fast Arabs, and this is not fun at all. You have nothing to prove. Just make it to Bucktail and get a ride back to camp.”

    At least an hour later and miles of trail we finally came to the third vet hold of the day to meet my crew for the first time since around 9am (the second vet hold is not accessible to crew). My crew was my lifeline and they have the thankless job of “hurry up and wait” as they pack the truck, drive to the next checkpoint, unpack the truck, wait and wonder when their rider will emerge from the woods. When the rider does appear everything goes into a frenzy of pulling the saddle off the horse, sponging her with cold water to cool her down for her vet exam, helping the hot exhausted rider with whatever was needed, helping the horse and rider through the vet exam, making sure the horse and human eat and drink and get resupplied for the next section of trail (including getting glow sticks and headlamps ready at the right time as we go into the dark), then get the saddle back on and the rider out on time for the next segment. Rinse and repeat. 

    Waiting for vet check with my crew at Bucktail

    My crew had a lot of grace with me because I was grumpy and sore and tired and wanted to bail. Matt said he never knew me to go so negative and hopeless! However, the horse was still healthy and good to go, and who cares about the human anyway. Basically after all that business, they did their job of basically duct-taping me to the horse and wave me onward.

    After being around humans, collecting myself, and being encouraged that we were actually only a few minutes behind the other riders I’d been riding with on and off, and there were still riders behind us, I came back to life and agreed to go back out to the hardest part of the course. The fourth segment is 24 miles before we reconnect with crew though we do have a kind of pit stop for 10 minutes where the vets check in on us part way through. This part of the trail has the infamous “Mail Trail” which is said to have been part of the mail route by horseback at some point in non-recent history. It’s a brutal never ending rocky climb and a descent that is just as rough because the rocks are relentless and even downhill it’s slow going. 

    My horse was slow after leaving the check. Tired and hot and alone and sick of trotting over rocks I labored to keep her at a decent pace. Once again I set my mind on the next stop- our little check in with the vets which was only 8 miles out. We did finally arrive and I was refreshed with some cold water but noticed my horse did not drink there… or at the stream we stopped to sponge in right before the checkpoint (this is not a good sign, but not clearly a bad one either). I gave her the electrolytes I was carrying for her, and with the encouragement from the vet Art King I headed back out into the wilderness. “Jaime, do you know what you’re facing next? And you’re starting to push the cutoff times…” 

    “Yes Art, I know. Thanks.” I replied with some amount of resolve.

    We trotted out with a ‘good to go’ from the vets which took us to the 5 miles of good terrain until the Mail Trail climb I was dreading. Hot, alone, and now probably thirsty, we trotted… but it was too slow, and she was not to be prodded any faster. This was a section we needed to use the good grassy road to move on and make up some time. Khaleesi was eating everything in sight and though that’s great, it also made for tons of stopping and I was gradually losing heart again. 

    When the last of the riders that had been behind us passed by at a nice trot, and my horse was clearly checking the dry creek beds for water — not at all interested in trotting along with them, I lost hope. We found a wet spring and went off trail to get a big drink in the woods. When we came back to the road, I quit a second time. I did not want to go through all the miles remaining in the dark alone on a horse that is barely pacing when I push her. We came here to find out if we were ready for this tough grueling ride, and were not. We were alone and left behind. All hope was lost. Yet, we were now half way through this 24 miles and so we had no choice but to go onward to the ‘Big 92’ checkpoint and then we could bail. 

    This was when I got really committed to quitting. It was over. I had made the call. Done. 

    Still, we couldn’t actually just stop there. I had to get serious and insisted: We aren’t going to die here so let’s get this moving! You need to pick it up and I don’t care how tired you are we’re giving it our all to get to Big 92 and then you can quit on me and I’ll quit with you… but until we’re back with our crew and the ride management waiting for the ambulance trailer… you need to get moving!!!!!

    I insisted. And from some depth of her spirit, she responded. 

    And she began to canter and run with new life, and we came around a corner to find the small group that had passed us getting a bite of grass and I was shocked to not be alone. I had already decided we were now alone forever. Apparently this assumption was not true. We were now in motion and that group tucked in behind us. Then, my mountain bred and mountain trained horse did what I had not expected: she took on that Mail Trail like a boss, and climbed it faster by probably double, than the last time we’d done this course. In fact, she even caught up with two more groups of riders and then led the charge down the other side and when we hit the gravel road stretch into Big 92 she took it at trot and full on canter running onward taking us from last place to having a line of 7 riders behind us. 

    The Mail Trail after Khaleesi came back to life

    We had come back to life again. 

    Running victorious into the Big 92 checkpoint at 10:08pm, she pulsed down and was in great shape, but there was a question in her gait and her rider card was held back. This meant they weren’t sure if there was a problem or not and asked us to bring her back part way through the hold time to decide. I was almost relieved! We were probably done now. There are many lameness disqualifications at this rocky and mountainous course, and she had really taken that last loop on fire, not at all carefully as she usually is, and this after a real front end collapse earlier in the rocks. What could one expect?

    Assuming that was going to be game over for us I gave up again. There seemed no way Khaleesi would pass a second check because we didn’t see any problem to resolve like a rock in her shoe, and we had no reason to think she’d be magically better after 30 minutes. 

    But miraculously, she was cleared to go! My crewing buddy, Griffin Keller, handled the trot out, and the horse simply didn’t have enough clear problem to call her lame, even though the vets thought she took some questionable steps .. maybe? So they cleared us to go… and we resurrected for the third time. 

    My sister in action at one of the overnight checkpoints

    It is only 8 miles of gravel road to the next checkpoint at Laurel Run. The segment was the shortest of the entire day and all accessible by road if we had trouble. If she was worse after that stretch, we could pull out at Laurel Run. I kept her at a good trot and was not particularly careful, not to purposefully injure her, but I needed to find out if we truly had a problem before we hit the next (much harder) segment, and end up stranded on the mountain at 3am with a lame, suffering horse. Better to ride hard and see if she is truly good for it or be clear that she is not.

    The last rider and her mustang caught up with us on that stretch and we enjoyed some company for that segment. Khaleesi felt solid trotting along, but she had before to me as well. The Laurel Run trot out lanes are known for picking off horses because they are uneven and rocky, and any small inconsistency is revealed. I felt sure we were not going to be cleared for the 12 miles over the mountain back to the last checkpoint. It was 12:28am and everything seemed to hurt between the fall I took and the accumulating rubs and sore places. We should all be heading to bed, what do we need to prove here? I thought falling into a tent seemed way better than four more hours riding a horse into the dark mountain wilderness.

    In addition, my vet card tells me I arrived at 12:20 and did not vet until 12:28 which is a very long lag time for me. It must have been brain fog, because the horse was at an unreasonably low pulse which means we did not wait because she had any trouble. This was a slight additional problem for me. I arrived with the last rider, but she had cleared the vet 2 minutes before we did. I was dreading the 12 miles through the woods into Bird Haven, alone in the back with a horse that may not be motivated alone. 

    Quitting moment number four came just before 1am.

    My beloved husband who has injuries in both ankles/feet and was walking worse than I was by now, and yet still there carrying me along pulled me aside: Jaime. You did not come all this way, and put all this time into building this horse, and bring us all out here in support of you to quit now. You have 19 miles left. You’re going out there and you’re going to get this done. Your horse is doing great! You can do this. We’re behind you. Get on that horse and we’ll see you at Bird Haven. You are going to see the finish line. And go ask Hannah if she’ll wait for you!

    Obediently, I went to the other rider, Hanna Bartnick, to see if she might wait two minutes so we could take on the next segment together. She said sure thing, no problem, always better to have a buddy. And so resurrection number 4 of the day came to be. I got on the horse to face the last nineteen miles, and we went out together at 12:58am to take on the second to last segment of The Beast. 

    I’m not sure I could have brought myself to go without Hanna. She saved me in the dark hour of the soul, and I owe her one resurrection credit. 

    With cool temps finally descending, and horses headed home, they picked up a strong pace and it was an unexpectedly pleasant ride through the mountain roads and single track trails under the stars. The whippoorwills were singing us along and occasionally we heard an owl. The sky was clear and the air was cool. The horses took turns leading and following, and we made it to the last Bird Haven checkpoint just minutes behind the other riders that were ahead of us well ahead of the cut off time.

    Last Vet Check before the Finish Line. Bird Haven 3:30am.

    This is when I knew we would see the finish line. Heading out at 3:52am, I was much less concerned about passing the final vet for the official “completion” to be bestowed. I had already given up four times! At this point after being awake 24 hours and on a horse over 19 hours, crossing the finish line on the horse felt like a win regardless how we passed the final exam, and we headed out to the final 6 (relatively easy) miles. Hanna preferring a slower pace to be extra careful of potential tripping on rocks and roots costing her a “completion,” sent me onward so Khaleesi could move on with the energy she was pushing, and not drag Aspen (her mustang) into her rushing in the last few precious miles. 

    We weren’t reckless, and Khaleesi doesn’t run excessively over rocks, but we moved onward every chance we had, and when I hit the dirt road one mile from the finish line, mixed emotions of joy, disbelief, and relief washed over me. The sun was peeking  up over the horizon. The lit up runway of the finish line shone bright ahead of us as we approached and heard the cheering of the few people who waited for the last of the riders to make it home. We trotted strong across the finish line around 5:15am.

    Crossing the Finish line just after 5am

    My crew was there to welcome us and Khaleesi vetted immediately with great scores and no questions. We had done it. Even after I tried to quit at least four times, we still saw the finish line. No one would let me give up. Even my horse, who carried me all those miles and looks way better than I do in these recovery days after the race.

    Walking to the vet check after the finish line.

    I knew going into this race, that this was likely the last 100 I ask of Khaleesi. I am impressed and still surprised in many ways by her strength and grit, but I don’t think she loves this level of the sport, and she’s not (in my opinion) fast enough to be a true competitor at the 100mile level. We will probably do some 50s where she does thrive depending on the terrain, and if I have another horse to bring along, I’ll tag along Khaleesi for some shorter limited distance rides to keep her fit. 

    The team after we are awarded a completion.

    Next year she earns us the official decade team award. This is a cherished award that shows a horse has been well managed in what can be a physically punishing sport, to stay sound and healthy over ten years of competition. I would like to have that honor on our record. She’s now 16, in many ways in her prime. But there are other activities I think she enjoys more — we may broaden out to more dressage and play around with jumping for fun. 

    I am pleased with how she’s developed over the years, and for a non-Arab type horse she’s done a lot of successful endurance miles with some strong top ten and even top 5 finishes including a High Vet Score (which is a big honor)! I believe her success been made possible by all the attention I have put into her mental-emotional training. It keeps her out of the habit many hot horses have of running on adrenaline, and I think is a reason she has such remarkable heart rate recoveries, as well as high scores on muscle tone alongside no real lameness issues in years. I have come to see that being in a relaxed and present mental state means a balanced, flexible way of movement. Working under less tension is highly more efficient, and brings less long term injury and stress on the system. 

    Khaleesi in the morning hours of the OD 100 2026 (Photo: Becky Pearman)

    I have plans to begin training and conditioning with an Akhal-Teke gelding owned by the Akhal-Teke Foundation where I currently work with many of the horses at their center in Lexington, VA. We think Surgan has potential to do well and I look forward to seeing how that process goes with him. It’s been a long journey bringing a non-typical horse along in this extreme sport, and I am interested to see if these things I’ve learned over the past decade will benefit a horse that is more hot blooded and naturally athletic in running long miles across terrain. It will be an entirely different entry point for me to start with a hotter minded horse and help him center up mentally and relax into the work for efficiency and strength.  

    Time will tell and I still have a long way to go…

    … but I’m not dead yet!

    Here are some more great photos from the ride:

    Coming into Bird Haven Vet Check (first time, 9am) (Photo: Becky Pearman)
    ]Bird Haven VC 1 (Photo: Becky Pearman)
    Rocky Trail Shot
    Coming into VC 2, Laurel Run (Photo: Becky Pearman)
    Crew hard at work at the Bucktail Vet Check
    Griffin helps vet Khaleesi at the Finish Line
    Khaleesi resting after the Race
    Proof we made it- Championship Buckle
  • Hope and Honor

    Hope and Honor

    Before there was a Hope Horsemanship, there was Khaleesi and Wyoming. Before Khaleesi and Wyoming was Faygo and she was the seed, the mare who first captured me. Khaleesi is the first horse I started, and Wyoming is my first mustang and the most complex horse I’ve tried to help. These two are my foundation, and from these grew my passion to explore horsemanship as a priority above a particular sport or discipline. From them came Hope Horsemanship.  

    The first horse I brought into the family under Hope Horsemanship we named, appropriately: Hope. 

    Hope: just after her arrival in VA 2021

    Some of my readers may have followed the journey of Hope from her arrival as a discarded rescue (returned twice and then left to languish in a field at a lesson facility) in December 2020) through her descent into illness, the multi-year struggle for her healing and eventually the release of her spirit (July 2024). This sweet little quarter horse mare actually came with the name Sugar. When she seemed to have nothing left to give, she was discovered by a friend who saw something in her sweet nature, decided that she deserved another chance and contacted me thinking she could be the perfect fit for the plans I had for HH.

    It seemed right to me, and I agreed to take her for a very small price, sight unseen, over the phone. No pre-purchase exam, we were just going to bring her home to give her a different life, and I hoped she would bring something to the future of Hope Horsemanship. I hoped she would be a horse gentle with kids and patient with newbie adults. 

    The little mare was compliant, certainly shut down, and I was glad to bring her home to get to know her. There were clearly physical issues – she was what I considered at the time held together by duct tape and bailing twine and we began working with her gradually, taking into consideration that she needed care and patience. 

    I was told she had a reputation of refusing to work with riding students- becoming obstinate, fighting against any direction that didn’t carry enough force, and even crow hopping or bucking to “get out of” whatever she was asked to do. I was pretty sure she had been trying to communicate “I can’t” more than “I don’t want to.” We never saw that side of Hope, but clearly she was a deeply shut down horse. This was one reason I decided to take her. I didn’t have a shut down horse and wanted to learn how to help them. 

    I do have some fond memories of seeking out creative ways to help her to engage and trust. Iva and I did lots of undirected work like riding on the buckle, encouraging her to access curiosity, express opinions, have actual choices, and we wanted above all to get a message through her exterior barriers that she was safe with us. She did come out of her shell at times and we loved when it seemed like she was trusting us with opinions even if the opinions were not so great! 

    Iva & Hope in a clinic 2022

    I thought she was the future of Hope Horsemanship, and for a season she did some easy trail rides, helped some kids learn about ground work, and even got to be hand painted in a kids camp. Through all of her time with us, she was adored, loved, fed carrots, and was a favorite of the kids who came to visit. She had lots of reason not to trust or like humans, but she always held a gentle nature. Those who had the opportunity to know her were fortunate and all who met her felt her loss.

    Looking back, I don’t have complete clarity on the unraveling we experienced with her. I was sure she would only improve, get better, eventually thrive with our love and care. There is still a lot of mystery in the life of Hope. When I try to make sense of it, I believe a life of deep stress and fear alongside seasons of neglect meant she had a compromised immune system that never fully came right. When she arrived, she had mucous that came and went, but never fully cleared up. In the time she was with me she was moved (by necessity) four times and she was incorporated into a larger new herd and then removed again. In fact, in that short season, there were many factors I did not have control over that created extra stress for a horse that was compromised. In the moment we can only respond to what is in front of us, however looking back, I wish I could have given her more stability than I was able to.  

    We had her tested for everything from respiratory illnesses to tick borne illnesses and did not find an answer to solve the complications. We tried various treatment options and instead of improving, she get worse. I reached out to a functional vet team closer to the D.C. region and wondered if a more sophisticated team could help. This meant a 2+ hour haul for consultation on a warm early summer day. When I stopped to refuel close to the destination I was appalled at the condition I found Hope in. She was drenched in sweat, unsteady on her feet, but I knew there was no going back, it was shorter to the vet complex than to return home. Still, I was concerned she might not make it to the vet appointment alive. 

    I called ahead to let them know what to expect. She did not die en route. When she was released into a stall she laid down completely spent. I had brought Khaleesi along who was none the worse for wear, so it was not the ride itself, it was the condition of the poor mare that made the travel so hard.

    Hope did not die, but was too weak to travel and stayed on as a patient of the vet team for three weeks. 

    Hope was an internal web of imbalance. The only clear illness we could pinpoint was exposure to EPM which we treated over time. She stabilized to come home eventually and all I had was “wait and see.” The vet team knew she was deeply unwell and had tried all they knew to help her. She may come around and heal, and she may not. 

    The sweet mare did live another year or so but she never recovered to stablility.

    During that time, I was deeply convinced she would come right. I had invested in faith money I didn’t “have” to support her with vet care far beyond her “worth.” We would give her the love, the medical care, the dietary support, and her story would be beautiful. 

    She was Hope. She was our future. 

    She had to overcome and be the horse that ushered new young people into a love of horses and teach them basic care and horsemanship. I always love the underdog, and this mare deserved a happy ending. I would do everything in my power to ensure it.

    Hope is also my middle name. We hope for things unseen, because if they were obvious and current, there is no need to hope. For the things that are true now, we simply enjoy the experience of them. It seemed appropriate that our first Hope Horsemanship story would be one of overcoming a past of abuse, and a present illness into strength and healing. I believe in the power of a good story, I’m also strong-willed and stubborn. I refused to give up on her.

    In 2024, I had to face that this beautiful creature was coming to a place where the struggle was too much to overcome. Each day I knew I was approaching the time to release her from this burden, yet as she continued to appear in good spirits through ill health, to eat voraciously and move about the yard with the herd, I felt the imminent reminder that death is coming, but each day it was not today. 

    The day I went to file her feet and she could not balance or hold herself up enough for me to attend to trimming her feet that I knew it was time. Letting her feet grow long would cause her more pain in time. She was trying but unable to stand.

    I had to face the truth: she was not getting better. 

    It was wrong to make her stay any longer.

    I am fortunate to have a neighbor friend who helps in euthanizing horses when needed. He had known Hope since she’d come to live with us and followed her story sometimes helping in her care when I needed a hand. He assured me, he also felt it was time.

    As I grieved that little horse in the place she rested in the dirt at what is now our home base. I was glad she was at least put to rest here on the property that now serves as our headquarters. 

    Still, I had so many questions. Was she the wrong horse? Did I make a mistake bringing her here? Did I miss something that could have changed her story? Did all the changes I had to move through before we came home exacerbate her instability? Why the horribly sad ending after so much investment? Her vet bills were significant and in the end did not really change her future except maybe to extend her life- and I’m not certain that was to her benefit looking back. I did not understand. So much disappointment, and now Hope buried deep in the ground.

    We settled into being a 2-horse family and Matt said he thought our little place here was a bit small for a third horse. For over a year we continued on without a plan to expand the herd until the Fall of 2025 when Matt began to entertain an interest in a horse he could work with and enjoy. 

    That’s when a gelding needing a home came across my radar. I was contacted by a local trainer who had adopted this little guy with another mustang from the BLM for a client. They began with the other horse, and then the project fell through before they got to working with the black gelding. She felt he would be a nice project to bring along, basically blank slate, but not particularly challenging. He had a nice demeanor and calm state of mind. She liked him but had no place for him long term in her program now. 

    Did I know anyone who might be interested?

    We began to think he could be a match for us, and we decided to take him ourselves and bring him home. Now we have a new Hope Horsemanship family member and Matt settled on the name Honor. We believe he has the potential to be a good fit for working with those who have little horse experience, and kids. Honor is appropriate because it embodies what we hope to always do: honor the horse, and honor each other. 

    Honor the BLM Mustang gelding

    I have been reflecting back on the story of Hope this fall, the first horse I held so much expectation. Her story has felt like a waste of a beautiful life and a tragic ending that was clearly wrongly written. However now that some time has passed I have some other thoughts for this mystery. 

    I think of the words of Jesus 

    “Truly I say to you: unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Whoever loves his life looses it, but whoever is willing to lose his life in this world will find life eternal.”

    I pondered the parallel of this sweet horse who quite literally died and has been buried in the ground here at our headquarters for Hope Horsemanship. Even though I couldn’t make her heal and recover, I tried all the avenues I possibly could. I absorbed large vet bills I still don’t know how I was able to pay. For the most part, Hope did not serve us, we served her.  From what I knew of her history, she gave all of herself to those who misused her before she was taken from the field of neglect to come live with us here. She didn’t have much left to offer except her brokenness. 

    I had hoped her story would be of miraculous victory, but instead seems like it was the story of getting an opportunity to walk out what I talk: caring about the horses above being a tool toward my own goals. We got to love her regardless of what she provided and serve her even when she only cost us. In time, I had to face releasing my hopes for her, and let her go. 

    I am grappling with a strange, sad, beautiful mystery that is just beyond my reach.

    It’s hovering, and I every time I try to nail it down into a clear or definitive statement it dissolves into gossamer threads that don’t hold together. Regardless it feels there is something foundational in the truth that despite giving my all, this discarded beautiful creature did not flourish in health and strength. The threads I do feel brushing past my fingertips echo in soft whispers… they say things like maybe there is a story greater than the one I would write… maybe no matter how hard I try there are things beyond my control… maybe the dreams that get lodged in my heart are bigger, reaching not over a year or two, but a lifetime— even more than my own… maybe there is some significant truth about a seed being broken open in order for a harvest to come in time. 

    Maybe it wasn’t a mistake or a failure. 

    Iva & Hope

    Maybe Hope was a gift. Maybe it was exactly the intended story that she spent the last season of her life being cared for after the humans before us took all she had. Maybe when that season came to an end, she made it to her final destination, being honored in releasing her into the ground and maybe her life broke open, planted at home, symbolically seeding a harvest that we are already beginning to see. The dreams I hoped she was going to be part of, now coming in a new season, with a different horse. A horse to honor her story and remind us to always honor the horses that weave through our community.

    I don’t know what Honor’s story will be, it is much too soon to tell. I hope his story is happier. I hope he will flourish and thrive and have a good life being part of a program founded on honor and hope. Maybe the first Hope Horsemanship horse was not only a grief, but a reminder that this community is built on love regardless of what we get back in return. We remember with Hope, that we have an obligation to care for and steward the pieces of creation that are entrusted to us. She reminds us that the story is bigger than our immediate interests and goals.

    These are foundational principles at Hope Horsemanship. As we bring horses into the human world, it is our honor to care for them and provide clear, fair, kind leadership. Hope Horsemanship began with a sacrifice of love. We got to live what we believe with Hope’s life and even her death. 

    Hope: days before she passed 2024

    Regardless what the next chapter brings, with Honor, I hope to be open to the mystery, to be patient with a long story that is bigger than my immediate ideas and goals. I hope for celebration and joy, alongside the ability to grieve with those we share the trail with too- because we know this journey is rich with joy, celebration, sorrow and sadness too. The beautiful mystery weaves them together, and the more I allow it to unfold, the more amazed I am.

    Slideshow

    Video slideshow YouTube link: https://youtu.be/heCPPRPgJ60?si=UMcv8-w47tIXwf_6

  • The new Mustang

    The new Mustang

    We are pleased to announce there’s a new Mustang here at Hope Horsemanship!

    This cute little gelding is Matt’s project and we anticipate he has the personality to be a good horse for people learning beginning horsemanship and we anticipate he will be kid-friendly

    That being said he has a long way to go this winter! He is pretty raw with no education yet. Even though he wary of us, his mind is calm, he has a nice mix of curiosity and caution, and we think in time he’s going to be a solid equine team member.

    His journey has been more in video than writing so I invite you to enjoy the YouTube series we’ve been sharing! If you haven’t already— subscribe to the Hope Horsemanship YouTube channel and stay updated on his progress.

    Here are some links to get you started:

    The arrival at HH:

    Link to arrival video

    His first few days:

    Link to first few days

    We answer the question “Why get a Mustang?”

    Link to why a Mustang and can we remove his halter

    And the latest short rounding out his first two weeks:

    Link to Mustang chooses trust or fear

    He also has a playlist where all his videos should be found going forward:

    https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnrRd8Myn9CjXXSKLr_PrRkBEcGoW0UF_&si=9AVOcPGAbb4J5an4

  • I’ve Never Had a Connection Like That Before…

    I’ve Never Had a Connection Like That Before…

    This is something I have begun to take for granted.

    Jaime taking input from Tom – after a few minutes of giving Wyoming time to make the choice to accept the side pull at liberty. She is trying, but you can see some tension in her neck and she has some concerns lingering

    Connection has become a buzz word in the horse community, but looking at all the interviews and taglines that use the word, I wonder: what exactly are we all talking about? I don’t think we all mean the same thing when we talk about connection. I can’t be totally sure though because as I waited for it through even hour long podcasts… I have never yet heard it defined. 

    This brought me to consider what do I think it means?

    To me, connection with a horse is when the horse is present in the moment in the physical space with me both in mind and body. The horse is available, responsive, and willing to try when I ask something — regardless if the request is known or new. With connection there is a calm mind, relaxed body, and sense of peace between us. 

    Connection is not 100% on or off, at least not in my experience. It is a place we find with increasing regularity as I honor the freedom of the horse and convince the horse through experience that I am a safe place to be available for connection.  This means I cannot use force or punishment to get something done. This trust is established through clarity, timing, and patience. The higher level of these skills a human carries, the quicker the trust is established. Horses have a range of natural tendencies and while some horses demand close to perfection from a handler to relinquish their own plans, some horses are pretty forgiving of bad timing, poor clarity, and other mistakes that introduce various levels of confusion or negate feel to the process. 

    Jaime looking to re-establish connection with Wyoming as her mind went elsewhere

    There have been years I thought I had connection with Khaleesi. She was the horse I started with the only tools I had at the time which were basically (for lack of better language) Natural horsemanship which I define generally as a horse training method built on the concepts of increasing and driving pressure. *Your definition of Natural Horsemanship may differ, but in this article I’ll give mine for clarity*

    Direct, driving pressure and the punishment factor of increasing pressure until a response comes… well, it works. I was thrilled with how well it went as I used this approach to start four-year-old Khaleesi. I look back now and see I equated obedience and timely response to connection. Some people equate close proximity to connection. Some people have told me grooming a horse is a point of connection. Some people equate solid training to connection. *Grooming a horse, or having the horse respond in a timely way etc of course can be done in connection, but it can also be without connection, therefore they are not evidence of connection.*

    Ilana Starkey working to establish connection with Mia who began present in body but not in mind due to the worry over being separated from her pasture mate Mia

    Though I don’t think it’s useful to anthropomorphize horses, I have found parallel examples in good relationships across the board that help my understanding and adjust my approach. I have experienced being at the same table as another person and yet be completely disconnected from them. I have been in a conversation with someone- even someone I like and have a relationship to – and been actively disconnecting from them, especially if the conversation feels intended to control or manipulate me. 

    I have seen examples of controlling parents whose children grow into very obedient, good kids and also clearly have little meaningful connection to their parents. Unfortunately I think many parents of the ideal obedient kids confuse good behavior and wanting to please with actual connection. I have seen this between horses and humans too. The more I’ve observed about connection the more amazed I am when a good connection is in place, and I’ve realized it is unfortunately rare both in human-human relationships and human-horse ones. 

    Real connection has to have choice, and cannot exist when there is fear of punishment. In humans or horses. The challenge I find is how fine the line can be separating consequences and boundaries from punishment, and indirect pressure from direct pressure. One way I discern in myself how I’m doing, is the concept that we only get two motivation choices in life: fear and love. Punishment and control comes from fear, consequences and true boundaries are rooted in love and have the primary goal of reconnecting when the connection is lost.

    Here Mia makes a choice to give Ilana a try. For a moment she is present and connected.

    Disconnection is painful and stressful within ourselves, the people around us, and with our horses. Unfortunately most of us have learned to live in that as a way of life- look at all the anxiety and stress we endure day to day. 

    This leads me to the number one factor I have found in getting better connection: above all things, do not fear — seek the truth.

    I write all of my blog posts from personal experience with the hope someone else might find it relatable and encouraging. If you experience this, you are not alone. I am getting better at accepting the bald faced truth as the years go on. In years past, I couldn’t always face the harsh reality and what it revealed about my shortcomings. I knew where I wanted to be and found myself looking for any tiny piece of evidence that I had already arrived, and built an alternate reality I preferred around those scraps.

    Today I know that the opposite has been more life changing: I look for all the places where things are not what I hope for, and I dig deeper to find out why and how to clean them up and grow. In those former seasons I can see I had less confidence that the direction I was walking would ever actually bring me to the place I believed it would, and I realize I had too much of my identity wrapped up in this hope being truth. If it didn’t pan out… surely everything would fall apart around me.

    Of course no one else out there reading this has probably ever realized they have way too much of their own identity wrapped up in something around a horse… the performance, success, good behavior, approval from others, ability to achieve a goal, etc. I’m sure that’s only me.

    Over time I learned the truth always sets me free and I don’t have the be afraid of it. There is no failure, only learning. Ironically, operating under the fear of failure and fear of what could really be happening, kept me from the connection I desired most. Fear always destroys connection, within human and horse relationships. I doubt I’m alone in noticing there is a LOT of fear between horses and humans- on all sides of the conversation.

    There is no failure- only learning

    That being said, for at least three years now, my understanding of connection has been the goal of all my work sessions with any horse. Ideally above anything other goal. I still miss the point sometimes and get distracted by achieving something especially if we are so close. Still, increasingly, my horses have begun to experience this approach as a way of life. 

    I’ve begun to take it for granted.

    Jaime waiting patiently for Wyoming to “come through” on a request by the reins to step her hind over. Giving the mare the time she needs to think and process and respond without increase in pressure or driving her around will build stronger trust and connection.

    Then something came to light last weekend during a clinic with Tom Moates here at Hope Horsemanship. I invited a teenage girl who has an unusual drive to go deeper with her horse journey, to work with Khaleesi. She had never been here before, and never met K. Her horse experience has been riding horses in multiple training barns in her home area mostly in eventing and jumping disciplines, as well as a few endurance rides. She does not currently have her own horse.

    We brought K to her in the arena and handed over the lead rope. This brave young girl stood in front of strangers having never met this horse, and never having worked with a horse in the manner we have been learning, and waited for some guidance of what to do.

    Tom walked her through some basic activities and she tried to execute the concepts with this stranger in front of her with four legs and a tail. She picked up the concepts quickly and did her best to go through some simple tasks. Sometimes she was coordinated with good timing and the clarity was rewarded with a beautiful execution. Sometimes she was slightly off, a bit clunky with the request and not as clear. These had less than ideal results. Regardless, K was available to the two legged stranger holding the lead rope and stayed clearly connected to her as they worked. 

    What I noticed as they worked together, was the connection I had been building in the horse was actually available to a stranger, as long as she approached the relationship in good faith and a similar mindset. It was not about the right buttons of a well trained horse. 

    The girl was attempting to ask K to walk a circle around her and could have accomplished that significantly faster by pushing Khaleesi’s nose out and driving her hind end with a rope tail. Walking a circle however was not the goal. The true goal was learning how to direct the horse’s thought, and how to do a thing together without creating disconnection. Driving the horse with pressure at the hind end, which engages the natural flight mode of the horse, which is in the sympathetic nervous system, which brings up adrenaline and worry, would have weakened the connection they had established. 

    I think about the times when someone used manipulation or threat to engage me in an activity. I can think of experiences where this was done subtly, in nice tones, or even making it sound like it’s a good deal for me. I still feel the intent behind it and though I may decide to comply because it’s probably in my best interest, I don’t feel great about the relationship. Even at a low level, I know when I’m being threatened or manipulated. Horses do too. Driving the horse, EVEN IF it only took a small amount of pressure, comes with a different feeling from the horse. This quick response looks more impressive to an undiscerning audience. The ego likes a quick response, even at the cost of the connection.

    The pair did magnificently, though the session was slightly boring to an onlooker, and I wondered if it may have been boring to a teenager. We often joke that good horsemanship is about as exciting as watching paint dry.  The girl had a really beautiful session and clearly Khaleesi was relaxed and connected to her through the entire hour. Curious to know the truth of how she felt about the potentially boring work, I asked her directly later in the day. I was pleased and a little surprised as she bubbled over with joy. Her words were:

    “I loved it! I’ve never felt what it was like to have that kind of real connection with a horse before.”

    The girl was not short on various experiences with many horses. She had ridden multiple horses in various disciplines over years already, enjoyed grooming time with some, spent quiet time in pasture with domestic herds, had to count on an equine partner to navigate jumps and ride 25 and 50 mile endurance rides, and it was this horse she only had just met once where she saw a new potential in what was possible.

    I was particularly pleased to see the long term shift in my own approach to my horses created an availability for connection that transferred to a stranger- even one “uneducated” to my way of working. I was reminded not to take that beautiful truth for granted. This kind of real connection is an amazing gift, between humans, but even more between humans and animals. I think it’s what we are wired for and desire above all else.

    Tom working to help Breeze let down his tension and concerns, to connect in softness, and be guided around the barrels

    All around us, when true connection eludes us, we still deeply desire it. This brings confusion and displacement. We will settle for a poor substitute trying to convince ourselves it’s the real thing: obedience, control, achievement, positive outcomes at any cost. I have been guilty of mistaking those things for connection or trying to find connection with those around me through them. In this model, it’s like the horse has to “disappear” for our demands, and if they comply we think all is well. 

    There is an opposite swing equally problematic. In trying to fix my tendency to force things to happen, I swung through phases of letting my horse lead too much of the relationship. I spent time only listening to the horse, and accepting all of their input without showing up to question, lead, or direct. When I was in that mode, I “disappeared” and didn’t show up authentically to participate in the connection. Horses are desperately seeking good leadership. Over time in this mode, I see horses become harder and harder to interact with and manage. It’s confusing I believe when we “show up” physically but don’t “show up” in a meaningful way. When we pull horses into a human world and put them in our care, we owe it to them to lead and direct them in a way that honors them and is not afraid of meeting them in the connection with our own honest best. 

    The entire process begins when we are honest about our fears and face them. Fear isn’t bad or good- it is an indicator. If you are afraid of your horse, be real about it. There is a reason and there is a path forward. Maybe the horse has real issues that need higher level of experience to address in order to bring the anxiety level down to something more safe to work with. Sometimes our fears are that we will fail, and the horse ends up carrying all of that counterproductive weight. Sometimes the fears are completely unfounded and not based in reality, but in past experiences that never got cleaned up and dealt with.  Those past experiences have to be dealt with inside our own minds and hearts in order to show up fully in the present, available to connection with the horse in front of us. 

    Jaime & Wyoming in a good moment together, Wyoming is soft and relaxed and present both mentally and physically

    Fear can be valuable, and the truth sets us free. 

    This is the journey to connection. The great thing is, it’s available to everyone. The stronger we become in addressing fears, walking in freedom, and the confidence to love without fear, the more we have to offer those around us- horses and humans alike!

    The photos in this blog post are all courtesy of Christian Andrew (Christian Marsh Photography) who was visiting with us one day of the clinic. Christian is working on a book featuring Tom Moates. Stay tuned for more information on that project!

  • Behind the Scenes at HH: New Videos + Fall Clinic!

    Behind the Scenes at HH: New Videos + Fall Clinic!

    Hello friends,

    I’m experimenting with a few new things this fall as we move toward a new season next year—one that will bring some fresh HH activities and adventures.

    You, my subscribers, are truly my HH family, so I want to share some of these early tests with you first!

    One change I’m making is a shift in my YouTube channel. I’ll be adding a few different types of videos—ones that I hope will reach a wider audience and offer practical ideas for finding your own horsemanship path.

    The first few videos will focus on some of the core concepts that have shaped my work with horses over the past few years. I plan to follow those with example videos that show those ideas in action.

    To be honest, I don’t know yet how helpful this new approach will be—especially breaking the teaching into two parts (the concept and then the application). And of course, trying new things always comes with a learning curve! These early videos won’t be perfect in form or presentation.

    But as I was reminded yesterday, “perfect is the enemy of good.” Sometimes you just have to be willing to publish, learn, and grow as you go.

    So, thank you in advance for watching as these new videos roll out. If you find any of them helpful—or know someone who might—please share them! It really helps the channel. And if you have feedback or ideas, I’m all ears. There’s definitely plenty of room for growth.

    Finally, we’re getting ready for the last Tom Moates Roving Clinic of 2025, coming up November 7–8 in Warm Springs, VA. It’s always a fun weekend with a wide variety of horse work among friends.

    Participant spots are currently full, but I can put you on a waitlist if you’d like to bring a horse. There’s also lots of room for auditors, and it’s a great way to learn and be part of the experience.

    Hope to see you soon—and thanks, as always, for being part of this journey.

    Warmly,

    Jaime

    And here is the first of the new videos:

    Number one reason training doesn’t have staying power

  • Mind the Gap

    Mind the Gap

    Life around Hope Horsemanship after the Vermont trip has not slowed down much but it has changed tracks. Khaleesi has been on a work break due to a broken saddle and some trailer repairs that surfaced unexpectedly. These have take over a month to get sorted out and the saddle and trailer are both repaired and ready to go.

    Meanwhile I have gone back to the round pen, and made some nutritional adjustments for Khaleesi. I have had a harder time than usual keeping weight on her this season and through testing, found some mineral deficiencies that I’ve adjusted. I also took a step back to realize the severe drought we had in our area the last two years have meant finding quality hay was tough. Though I was thankful we always had hay to feed, I have noticed with this year’s new hay- now enjoying rain and sun – the quality is markedly better, and now going on two months of feeding it along with a month of supplementing missing nutrients, she is looking more like her old self again. 

    As for the round pen, it has been nice to take some time with what I consider my “oldest child,” the solid one I count on. I started Khaleesi as a four-year old with basic “natural horsemanship” that included a lot of drive/draw methods and today I am looking at how that worked out. Many would say it worked great. She is obedient and compliant to the task at hand, and I don’t have problems that are safety concerns. Because of this, I spend less time checking in with her and finding quality time to test our connection and relationship. Yet, what we have is significantly less than what I want with her. I hope for a willing connected relationship where we work together and the process does not cause her to shut down and “get it done” so she can go back to the rest of her happy life that does not include me.

    Khaleesi unsure I have anything to offer her…
    K lets down for a moment and finds peace with an imperfect human

    Khaleesi is a more independent and confident horse than Wyoming, and that is helpful, but also comes with a downside. Our history together has been my own growth journey, and for much of it I haven’t been the same leader I am today. In our history, I have not been the consistent leader she would look to for peace and protection.  She seems to think she’s covering that on her own most of the time. Like an oldest child who grew up with new parents trying to figure it out and doing their best…

    Today, however, I continue to deepen my understanding and experience. I am developing patience, clarity, and confidence, and these play into the leadership an independent mare can recognize. This break we had from so much riding and physical training opened some opportunity to reconnect in a better way.

    This brings me to the gap that Harry Whitney talks about. 

    (My best paraphrase follows): 

    Humans have the ability to learn not only by experience, but by observing or gaining understanding. This means we get a concept or see something is possible before we have the ability to do it ourselves in practice. This is a gap between what we want to do and what we can do. We experiment, and try, and grow, and we become more able to replicate what we want to see, and that’s good. However while this is happening, during the closing of the gap between what we envision and what we can accomplish, the understanding begins to creep up with new possibility and we push the bar farther out of what we want to do — always beyond what we are capable of. This is how we keep growing, and it’s a good thing. However, if you’re not careful, you’ll get discouraged because you know what you want to see and it isn’t what is happening. You need to find a way to remind yourself of where you’ve been, not only looking forward to where you want to be. There will always be a gap of where you are and where you want to be. That’s good. But remember where you’ve been and how far you’ve come or you can get really discouraged in this process.

    This reminder hit home once again on the last day of the Floyd Harry Whitney Clinic (hosted by Tom Moates). I can see that I am continually becoming a leader that Khaleesi can trust and let down increasing layers of protection built in during the early years when I was working in a driving mode. She can only find transformation through experience. I can’t tell her I’m trying to learn better ways. Well I do actually sometimes tell her… but she won’t know it until I carry those better ways consistently into our work together, and not fall back on the expedient things that get it done quicker, and driving a horse is expedient…

    Harry, Dory, Jaime & Kevin (From the Akhal-Teke Foundation) on the last day of clinic in Floyd, VA

    I am changing. Each year I am learning to operate differently and resting increasingly in the truth that I want the process over the product. Each year I care less about the speed of the outcome and more about the quality of it. I still have to apologize to my horse from time to time, but it’s less often. I believe the future of the relationship I am building with Khaleesi is going to be better than our past. Even as I keep seeing more growth available ahead of me.

    This gap doesn’t only exist in a horsemanship journey. It is real for all people in all things we take on in life. It’s true for hobbies, relationships, health, work and career, and personal growth. I am somehow programmed with a love for this gap and diving into the gap keeps me getting out of bed some mornings. Depending on the area of my life, it also makes me not want to get out of bed some mornings! But I actually love the gap because if we aren’t growing and increasing our capacity, what are we doing? 

    I have also come to see not everyone loves the gap. And I can see relationships gone sideways because I didn’t understand that at times- and have a little more compassion for those who find the gap exhausting and frustrating. I suppose finding this insight, even if it’s later in life, is also growth. I am grateful for the people who have been patient with me as I dive headlong into the gap year after year seeking to pursue the thing that will never be achieved this side of the grave. It takes a special kind of companion on the journey to swim in that stream and those who are either in the pace boat or swimming along, I say thank you! Regardless of how much I love the process, it cannot be done alone. 

    Wyoming is feeling better about working together each session

    Today the year is more than half over already and some of the big milestones have been hit or missed. As I look ahead I have some ideas to press into Khaleesi’s potential for next year and we plan to finish the 2025 season at the Fort Valley ride in October. My continued confidence in the process is bringing nice changes in the work with Wyoming, and I will continue to post up some work videos that include the good, the bad, and some of the ugly in our sessions. I am also enjoying the partnership with the Akhal-Teke Foundation and the horse I worked in the Harry Whitney Clinic this year was one of their young mares, Swan Ysk Doretmek (Dory). I was able to put on Dory’s first rides at the end of the clinic under Harry’s guidance, and I’m continuing the work with her back in Lexington. 

    First Ride on Dory under the guidance of Harry Whitney

    The Hope Horsemanship HQ continues to expand within the confines of our tiny horse farm footprint, and Matt is building a tiny rustic cabin that will offer housing for those who are looking to come onsite. We are building some experience frameworks for all ages of people with horses and people without them who want to see what transformation is available when we leave our fears and anxiety behind. 

    Matt and our nephew working on the Transformation Lodge foundation

    We hope to be onsite in the HHHQ the weekend of October 4-5 here in Bath County, VA for one of our fun and fabulous Tom Moates clinics if the spaces fill. We have openings for both horse participants and auditors for those who are swimming to gap and want to improve the quality of their horsemanship work alongside us! Contact Jaime@HopeHorsemanship.com to reserve a spot or get confirmation the clinic is happening for auditors.

    Tom Moates at a recent clinic explaining a concept to a participant in the round pen

    If you want to see the work with Wyoming, the YouTube channel is live, and the last three videos from a recent work session (before Harry’s clinic) is available here: Foundations Playlist

    Stay tuned, we’re always swimming the gap, and looking for others in the gap community to encourage and find connection with. Don’t forget to look back once in a while to remember just how far you’ve come. In the words of Ronnie Moyer: It’s direction, not perfection that counts!

  • Death and Resurrection

    Death and Resurrection

    Everyone dies… but not everyone really lives.

    William Wallace

    As I pondered an appropriate title for this recap I thought it fitting that, on the road to Vermont, my husband stopped to pick up a Garmin Fenix Smartwatch for me as a birthday gift. Next time I might ask if they have a model named: Garmin Victory Lap, or a Garmin Nailed-it…

    Pair of Garmin Fenix Watches

    The Vermont 100 starting line had an eight month lead up from conception to reality — if you don’t count the nine years it took us to crest the first 100 mile finish line in 2023. This was clearly the biggest overall investment in a goal over my decade engaging in equine endurance events. 

    As the event drew near, I realized the larger the investment, the more pressure to produce a favorable outcome builds. What is the point of doing this if it isn’t to ride over the finish line? Most of us know on some level this is not the whole truth. Still, it is a struggle for the goal driven to not only believe there is more to life than a favorable outcome, but to live (and ride) in the peace that larger reality brings.

    I have been binge listening to Jaime & Donna Winship interviews  this year and they have been transformational in my life. The insight and questions have challenged me to up my game when it comes to walking in the truth, and it’s meant being real about what I want to believe, what I know in my head, and what is being lived out in my actions – revealed by my emotional system. I have come to realize, that regardless of what knowledge I have accumulated, my emotional system tells on me, and if I slow down and address it, like it or not, I will find what I really believe, and what I’m actually afraid of.

    I thought the Vermont trip was a test of what my horse was made of, what I was capable of, and if we had what it took to take on an unknown 100 mile ride, and succeed by crossing the finish line. I was probably wrong. 

    As the departure neared it seemed like the resistance grew. Vehicle issues, dog fights, horses escaping in a storm, an entire massive batch of dog food is ruined (this was a huge problem actually!), then bad traffic on our first day of travel leaving us sitting in unseasonably hot temperatures for over an hour— which is not ideal for a horse on her way to a 100 mile event. Each disruption gave me pause and as I wondered “what is this about?” I always heard the nudge: Keep going, do the next step until you don’t have one.

    Shady grass yard for Khaleesi in PA

    I am grateful for the warm welcome from Matt’s family at our layover in PA. Khaleesi had a lovely shaded back yard with grass where I set up her temporary pen, and we enjoyed family time with eggplant and cheesecake!

    The second day of travel brought new territory for both of us as we continued onward and on my birthday we arrived in Vermont— through dark clouds and a rain storm that gave way to a cool evening and stunning colors in the sky. We set up camp alone in the area set aside for smaller trailers, near the start and finish line. This evening I will always remember as a moment of beauty and quiet as we had the entire field to ourselves and the glory of Vermont stretched out on all sides of us. 

    We had arrived.

    Ride camp Thursday evening after the storm

    We woke up to cool breezes and peeking out the tent we watched the grasses dance in the early light. It was sublime and Matt and I took a moment to take in the glory of the last moments of peace and calm we may have for a while. Check in and Vetting in was not available until Friday afternoon, so we puttered about with details, and found a delightful little market and cafe with home made bagels and much needed ice. Camp began to bustle through the day as 450 runners came and went to register for the foot race that would share the trail with us horse riders. When the time came, we checked in with the ride management, then took horse #109 (that’s Khaleesi) to the pre-ride vet inspection. 

    This is where things began to get disruptive again. K had a resting heart rate of 36BPM which is excellent, and her hydration and overall condition earned A scores. The head vet saw something slightly off in her trot out and asked us to try again. We did. He still thought something was questionable and asked us to trot a third time and included another vet to watch. Not enough to hinder us, but enough to plant a seed of doubt, they marked her card with a “B” and suggested I stay aware of the potential something might be off. 

    Checking out the starting line the day before the race.

    This is not what you want to hear the day before you embark on a single-day 100 mile endurance race. 

    I mulled over what it could mean. We visited the ride farrier, Howard, who became a new friend! Marcus had warned that her feet were getting soft from such a wet summer, and I wanted to have her nails clenched in case they were getting loose. Howard chatted with us freely in his Scottish lilt as he checked all four feet and added one nail for good measure in a weak spot. He was a positive and kind guy, and didn’t charge us for the time he spent checking the nails. He wished us the best and promised he’d keep his eye out for us through the day. 

    Still, I had concerns. 

    It clouded my evening. I was nervous. Do I go out with concerns? Once again I asked the question: what should I know, what do I do about it? And I sensed the reply so clearly: You do the next thing you know to do, until there is no next thing. 

    We spent some time looking up references for #109 and I held onto the words from Joshua 1:09 that reminded me to have courage and do not fear because God goes with you. Ok then. We show up to the starting line, and we go. We do the next thing until there isn’t a next thing to do.

    The runners leave at 4am, and what an experience that was! They line up and hundreds of headlamps jog under the starting line turning up the dirt lane past our camp site with cheers and cowbells. Khaleesi was beside herself with the experience! A line of cheering mass in the dark with headlamps bouncing to and fro. She had never seen anything like it. I had been warned of this and she was walking on lead with me when they departed and it took a moment to get her settled back down. 

    Before the start

    The trail opened for horses an hour later, and the eleven, 100-mile equine competitors left camp with my mind on the only problem I thought I was facing: would I end up with a lameness issue today? The trail is monstrously hilly from go. The exit from camp is significantly downhill on a gravel road. I had been walking Khaleesi around camp for 15 minutes, but she was not adequately warmed up for these hills and to make matters more concerning, her adrenaline was way up. Her head was in the air like a llama, and her trot felt like a jackhammer. If I had reason to be concerned she might hurt herself, the tension she was packing along with us trying to race at a high speed in the cool pre-dawn was not helping. 

    I unloaded all my tools to bring her mind back to the present and not run as if for her very survival with the other horses. I was mostly unsuccessful in getting her to relax into the work and had to negotiate with her the best I could. It is common for her to run faster in the morning and I work with her to find a good speed where she is moving freely and soft through her body. Considering the morning was cooler than it had been and her adrenaline was up- I now also worried about potential tie up. Tie up is somewhat mysterious, but the root is usually associated with a horse over running their ability through adrenaline and going into a metabolic state that can be dangerous. This is not something I have worried about with this horse previously, but something about this morning had her running on more adrenaline than I’ve seen. 

    It took almost 30 minutes to get a more relaxed mental state. We rode on this way for a few miles, now in last place, but I have been there many times and wasn’t concerned. She had leveled out, was trotting beautifully, strong, and relaxed.  We may cross the finish line last, but a finish was my goal. We had launched past the danger zone and were well on our way to the first checkpoint at mile 16. This was not a true vet hold, but a 10 minute pass through where the vet gave a quick look as you departed to make sure all systems appeared to be sound.

    It was about mile 13 when the unraveling began.

    Flying along with a beautiful balanced trot I was enjoying the early morning and greeting the runners we passed, when things went into slow motion. First I felt my left foot was not catch the stirrup bar. Then I realized I was coming off balance and wasn’t able to recover. I reached around Khaleesi’s neck and when it was clear I was going down, I swung myself around her neck and landed on the ground in front of her. She was aware something went wrong and when I landed at her feet she came to a stop above me. I remember my calves both going into a tension spasm, but otherwise I was perfectly fine and so was she. How embarrassing, I thought, and assured the runners who had witnessed the crash that I was totally fine. Next I saw my left stirrup and it’s leather on the ground and realized I hadn’t simply come unbalanced in a poor riding moment, the stirrup had come off the saddle. 

    My hope as I stood up, was the leather had simply worked its way off the bar it attaches to. The truth was worse. The metal bar itself had sheared off and there was nothing on the saddle to reattach the left stirrup.

    Broken metal stirrup bar

    I had not planned for this.

    In all the potential things that could go wrong. This was not one of the things I had even considered. 

    I began walking next to K, carrying the stirrup leather in hand and wondered: is this the end for us? Already only 13 miles in? Can we recover? 

    Again I heard the reminder: do what comes next, until you cannot make another move. Do the next thing. Keep moving.

    Service in this area of Vermont is notoriously horrible, but miraculously both Matt (already waiting at the checkpoint) and I (three miles out) had service. The only thing I could think was to try my alternate saddle. However, there were issues:

    • 1) the saddle was in the horse trailer at ride camp. Ride camp (I learned then) was 30-35 minutes away from the check point by vehicle. At least an hour round trip.
    • 2) the alternate saddle was the exact make and model, but it was a “regular” width. The saddle that I was using that fits her properly with the ideal pad set up is an “X” or a wide width. 

    The broken piece of metal would cost us around an hour, and it would mean riding in a saddle that was not the right size. An analogy would be if I had two pairs of identical shoes, the ones that work best for me a size 9, and the other pair a size 8.5. In this example we could say I wear the size 9 with thick socks that help protect my feet from blisters and give the comfort I need to run at my best. If I have to switch to the size 8.5, I will have to use thin socks with less protection and will not be as comfortable running. 

    I walked the three miles into the pit stop and chatted with the vet and land owners while waiting around 30 more minutes for Matt to return with the saddle. We changed the saddle quickly as possible, and trotted down the hill with a green light from the vet to meet everyone at the first vet hold at mile 22. 

    My first go with the other saddle I had left too much padding and had to stop and get off twice to adjust as the pads, but we moved as fast as we could and arrived at Vet Check 1 to find everyone waiting to help us. The vet was taking the heart rate of the horse as we were pulling off the saddle and her pulse dropped very fast to get our hold clock starting as quickly as possible. She looked great and the vet wondered aloud to us why we had a “B” score for her trot the day before, he thought her trot looked great. 

    Arrival at vet hold 1

    After the 30 minute hold we left with almost zero padding under the saddle, and 22 more miles until the next hold. The “rolling hills” were relentless. I had expected hills, but these were mini-mountains. Thankfully she is aces as trotting down the hills and staying in a relaxed form, but every time I thought we hit some level ground, around a corner was another brutal climb. I could feel the saddle impeding her free moving trot and meant a shorter stride. We were running against the clock, and doing it alone except for the runners which did keep us company. The drawback was they often would walking up the big hills, and when I could inspire K to get some trotting intervals up the hills, and as soon as we came to a walking human she put on the brakes and walked with them instead!

    Still, we ran into vet check 2 with a few minutes to spare and met again with the royal treatment. She was pulsed immediately to the parameter of 64 while pulling tack and they started our hold clock immediately. Here we saw Howard again who offered to trot out Khaleesi while a volunteer brought me iced water. He even checked her nails and gave a quick tighten up to be sure. It was wild to watch the whole team working my horse while Matt helped me with my own needs. She passed with all perfect scores and was surprisingly tolerant of all the pampering. They even brought over a pop up tent and fed her apples while continuing to sponge her as we were going into the heat of the day. 

    Volunteers swarm around the royal steed helping us at vet hold 2

    This hold was 50 minutes and then we were pushing the clock to do 17 miles with more nasty climbs (one I think was called suicide!) to make it to mile 62. I had my doubts we could sustain this all the way to the finish line, but the reminder came: do the next thing until there isn’t a next thing to do. 

    The climbing had been grueling and I kept wondering if it would level out. The total elevation we climbed from starting line to Vet Check 1 was 3,200 feet. The 22 miles from Vet Check 1- Vet Check 2 was 3,786 feet. I suppose we got a little relief on the third loop as the 17 miles brought just under 3,000 feet of climbing. The hour we lost in the cool of the morning to get ahead was very costly.

    This mid-afternoon is where she generally begins to drag. It’s hot and here the bugs were voracious. When the flies got really bad she would stop and shake her head and refuse to move onward. She kept begging me to stop in a large grass patch and eat.

    Gorgeous views from the high meadows

    Unfortunately- we did not have time for that while also racing the clock (she had great gut sounds – this was not an issue). I wanted her to be able to graze and go, but once she started eating it’s all she could think about. I could tell she wasn’t exactly “tired” she was hot, distracted, and irritated. 

    And in the background, the clock… always ticking away.

    It was about three miles more to the next vet check when we passed by the runner aid station they call “Margaritaville,” one other frustration was not knowing where the horse vet checks are and for example Vet check 2 showed up almost 2 miles late according to my GPS which had me concerned. If I had been familiar with the course I might have had more confidence, I might have pushed through here, but I wasn’t even sure in 3 miles the mirage of vet check 3 would actually appear. 

    After the hills, the heat, the clock, the flies, and the constant nagging to give up and only eat the grass… I faced the gauntlet of Margaritaville. We had just gotten a little steam rolling and then there are people lined up on both sides of the road waiting to crew for their runners, canopy tents set up, and cheers and chaos and actually lots of fun for humans- but it’s a potential death zone for a horse not used to such things. Each one of these aid stations slowed us down as K navigated what to her was totally new and concerning, and truthfully it about took all the hope out of me as we walked through the town with her worrying about the cowbells and the little kids running out in front of us excited to see the horse, waving flags or shaking bells. 

    It is possible if I had gotten through the Margaritaville gauntlet and ran her up the hill into the checkpoint, we MIGHT have just made it and gotten out for one more loop. It is possible if we had gotten out there we MIGHT have taken the slightly easier next 11 miles and found the day cooling off, and her second wind coming up, and we MIGHT have begun to beat the clock that was breathing down our hind end. I’ll never know.

    Instead, when I saw a house that offered horse water and carrots, I stopped and got off my horse. This act was basically where the white flag came out and went up the flagpole, because I think I knew getting off and taking time here would mean surrender to the clock. I had not taken the time to electrolyte during the 17 miles and I wondered if that was working against us. I allowed someone to offer K a carrot, and I took a glass of cold water (my hydration pack wasn’t empty but it was warm). After a few minutes I got back on Khaleesi and I insisted we keep moving, but I didn’t push. We got into the hold about 4 minutes after the pulse time had passed and were considered “OT” or Over Time, and no longer in the race. 

    After pulling her tack, the remaining vet checked her and with a heart rate of 48 and all A scores, we loaded up on a trailer to base camp. She was healthy and her gait remained solid through the 62 miles without a hitch. All the things I had prepared for and been concerned about did not pose a problem. The extra calcium plan for the heat and humidity was in place, no metabolic issues came. Her shoes held up great. No issues with her gait. Looking back I did a pretty good job getting this non-arabian ready for a challenging 100 mile ride. Regardless of that, equipment failure still turned into a failure to complete. 

    It was disappointing, but I think I had a pretty good outlook. In retrospect, the day before when we heard a vet tell us we might have a problem, I asked: please let me start this race, and please, I want to see some of the trail… we’ve come so far. And as if a response to that request, we saw over half of the trail. We got three full hard loops in and saw 62 miles of the Vermont 100. 

    I thought the test was going to be about getting across the finish line, but in looking back, I think it was a test to reveal what is under my own skin when the cost is high and the outcome is loss. The only way to see what is there is when things get real. The investment has to be real, and the loss has to be equally real.

    The night before the ride, as I stressed over the potential lameness, I looked squarely at the fear that if I did not finish this ride I might feel like I was a wasted investment. I felt if I could not pull off a finish that I was unworthy. That I had less value. I was worried I might carry the label: Failure. I think that “B” grade helped prepare me, because I sat with my devoted husband and in tears I admitted that I felt I will have let him and everyone down if I can’t get this done. 

    And we both knew that was not true. The pressure was internally generated, and completely unnecessary. 

    He assured me that regardless of the outcome, he was here… WITH me. And I kept hearing a reminder over the months and in that moment that also God was with me. Regardless the outcome. As I navigated between the lies and the truth, like a sharp double edged sword separating bone from marrow, tendons and joints, I think the lie was cut away and the truth remained. 

    Jaime & Matt give K a break at a rest stop in NY

    The truth transforms us. The truth sets us free. The truth allows us to respond to what comes and be disappointed without being devastated.

    No matter what came in the test of the event, I had reached for something beyond what my comfort zone could claim. I had dreamed big and made plans. I walked out those plans day after day, and not only did the preparations, but wrote about them and shared them transparently with others. I took the risk because my real identity was not tied to the outcome and I knew I would still be “me” if I shared a victory or a defeat with the stakeholders.

    In the end, only a few days of hindsight, and hours of being able to process, I can see that I carry a failure to complete on my public record, but I am not a failure. My identity is a bold, adventurous daughter of a creator king. That Father created a beautiful world for me to explore. I love a challenge. I want to live fully the life I have been given, and I’m willing to take a risk that things may not go as planned, and then pivot and roll with the next steps. I want to be fearless and free in the truth, and to walk in grace and love as I run and fall, as I encourage others, and help pick them up along the way. 

    I have heard it said that it is only in being willing to die that we may fully live. As Dr. Luke wrote centuries ago: Those who seek to preserve their lives will lose it, but whoever is willing to lose their life will find it.

    Photo taken between checkpoint 1 and vet check 1. Makes me smile as I imagine the hope we held after the trouble began. Ben Kimball Photography.

    In a way, the trailer ride home from mile 62 was like a death. The death of a hoped for outcome. But I have experienced that to move from empire building to living in the kingdom, death is only a door to resurrection. Like the Phoenix (Fenix!), there is a level up that only death of the old can bring forth. I do believe that this story is a good one, and the little voice that came as I looked at my broken saddle from the ground at mile 13 (“Don’t be afraid, this is a gift!”) is somehow right… Even this is a gift, bigger and better than I can see at the moment.

    Possibly the most interesting question that still lingers, floating up in the aftermath of the great adventure, the one I am not certain how to answer honestly… remains… 

    If I knew then how this would play out… would I still have gone?

    Howard the farrier brought us a special momento to honor our spirit with the ‘Broken Tack Challenge’ award. I treasure it!
  • The Time Has Come

    The Time Has Come

    Re-post of article written for the Highland-Bath Recorder.

    Last November, the idea of traveling to Vermont for the historic 100 mile endurance ride seemed like a great fun adventure goal; now that we leave in two days my feelings have shifted some. 

    The questions hover near the surface of my mind: Am I ready? Is she ready? Is Matt ready? Do I have everything I need? Will I have enough time to get it all together and actually haul out of here to make it to Vermont before the trail opens? 

    I’d like to answer a resounding YES, but there are so many variables and unknowns, the real answer is:

    I hope so! 

    The mysteries of the unknowns are a challenge. I have confidence that one step at a time is how this will work out. I will try to stay in the present, yet plan for the future without getting overwhelmed by it, and learn from the past without obsessing over it. 

    The Old Dominion 55 helped me uncover some weaknesses that I’ve been addressing in the past weeks. 

    First, Khaleesi went into the June ride with a body score of “Ideal” which is a five out of 10. On the other side of that ride she has been too lean, dropping down to a four, or “Moderately thin.” I don’t want her on the thin side leaving Virginia for two days of trailer hauling (which can bring on weight loss and dehydration) and then going into a 100 mile ride without enough weight to burn and utilize through the ride. I spoke to my nutrition professional (Stephanie Carter of Indigo Ancestral Health) who knows my horse and has worked with us for a few years. She gave me some tips to bring her weight up: more quantity of higher quality hay (the new hay season has come so we have access to better hay now), adding a stabilized rice bran to her current diet of hay pellets and Coolstance and feeding that twice a day consistently instead of once a day, increasing access to my limited pasture now that the grasses are healthy for summer. Also she has been on increased rest — the bulk of our training has been established over the past nine months. There is about one month between the OD 55 and the Vermont 100,  and instead of regular riding I have taken her on fewer rides that are around 20 miles to simulate longer segments like we will face in a 100. She has rounded out her figure a bit and is looking less lean today.

    Long Training Ride with Matt & Mike on their bikes

    After the intense humid heat of the OD 55 crushed us, I did some research into the issue of calcium loss and found that in high humidity, excess sweating, and horses that tend to pant to stay cool (Khaleesi does this), studies show increased depletion of calcium above the other electrolyte minerals. If it’s humid in Vermont, I will be prepared with Calcium (mixed with watermelon liquid which helps the taste) to support her with. I tried it on the long training rides with no ill effect so it won’t be as experimental now. 

    As for electrolytes, I often bring extra just in case and end up wasting them. For the OD ride, for the first time, I estimated what I would need minimally and did not bring extra. Due to the heat and humidity she would have benefitted from more electrolyte support than usual and I was unprepared. For Vermont, I will not be stingy with my electrolyte plan.

    I spend a lot of miles and hours in the saddle, and I am also constantly considering how I can improve my riding. I have been taking virtual lessons with a wonderful dressage trainer I admire from Tennessee (Mattalyn Rogers), and she is helping me find where Khaleesi is tight or weak and where I am not balanced well. We continue to improve our movement toward relaxed and flexible strength. I had one last lesson before packing up, and it gave me some great ideas to consider while we’re riding all day Saturday into Sunday!

    I also do virtual consultations with an Alexander Technique practitioner (Deb Romero with Optimal Posture) who has helped me understand posture basics. She reminds me where to be strong in the core, where to have increased flexibility, and how my joints work together to stay out of my horse’s way as she carries me those long miles. This has helped me not only in riding but my every day life as I move around in my body all day long.

    Also, I found someone who does counter strain with horses. Counter strain has been very effective for me, and I was interested to see if it could be helpful for Khaleesi. True enough Dave found a nerve pathway that was inflamed and it corroborated an issue my dressage coach noticed in Khaleesi’s right hind. He was able to help her release that nerve pathway and it should help her increase flexibility and freedom of motion going forward.

    The last pieces are on the human side. The completion rate on most single-day 100 mile endurance rides ranges from 30-60% and the first 100 we attempted in 2022 had nine riders begin and only one finished. It wasn’t us. My horse was still healthy and strong at 4am, but hours of rain had made the course so sloppy the rest of the competitors either had minor injuries or were going too slow to finish in time. In order for the day to end in a completion for one of these events, everything needs to line up in your favor. First you pray for favorable weather, then it helps to know the course, be familiar with the set up of the vet checks, and the flow of the ride in general, these details help to know how to prepare.

    The many unknown factors are my biggest concerns. I don’t know what the course is like, I don’t know what the crewing areas are like, and I don’t know how the vet holds flow. I have noticed that the rides in the South have slightly different customs than the rides around here, and I’ve heard there are more differences out in the West, so my guess is Vermont might have it’s share of unique ways I won’t be used to. These are not entirely new rules, but how the ride management and people in the area navigate the basics can vary. If you aren’t used to them it can cause confusion and take some time to get acclimated. When you are on the clock, wasting time with confusion is never welcome.

    As for my part, my plan is to ride what is in front of me on the horse I have to the best of my ability. I am less nervous about the actual ride. Once on the horse the only option is to keep going or quit. It becomes pretty simple. It’s in all the preparation that I get frazzled and that is where I am residing at the moment! I am very limited on helping Matt know what to expect in crewing this ride, so he is going to be on his own figuring out what to do and where to go while I’m out on course. I hope it doesn’t get overwhelming for him! People in this sport tend to help each other out, and Matt’s proven pretty capable in all things so I believe we will figure it out.

    There is a saying we share that just getting to the starting line takes a lot of endurance! In this case it’s been months of preparing, training, and planning that will be under our wheels so to speak as we roll out of Bath County on Wednesday on this great adventure. And whatever comes, we’ll have to take it on together! 

  • A Beast of a Test

    A Beast of a Test

    With a nickname like “The Beast of the East,” the Old Dominion 55 mile equine endurance ride is a real test to every horse and rider team that shows up to the starting line. While the “No Frills” ride in April felt like a great success — we may not have been flashy, but we were solid — the Old Dominion squeezed us hard enough to find out what we were made of. While we did technically pass the test, the “Beast” also revealed some weaknesses that I plan to address before we load up for the Vermont 100 in mid-July.

    On a good day, the OD 55 is arguably one of the toughest rides in its class. My horse climbed over 10,000 feet between 6:30am and 7pm on June 13 with unrelenting rocks every step of the way. There are rock gardens, large and small embedded rocks, loose rocks, gravel rocks, creek rocks and river rocks. 

    The vet exam the day before showed excellent scores heading into the ride, including a resting heart rate of 36 which is a great indicator of fitness. Khaleesi’s body condition score was a “five” which is ideal, and better than the “four” she rated in April. I felt confident coming into the race, especially after the unseasonably warm No Frills 55 in April went so well as a first ride after a year off, and I think this lulled me into some complacency. 

    I might have noticed some warning bells when ride morning was so unusually warm and humid. The last time I was at this ride it was in the 40s at the start! I noticed within a mile that Khaleesi was not her usual “on fire” self. I knew she wanted to run with the pack, but she felt heavy and clearly unable to fly up the mountains like she has in years past. We were riding through thick humid air from the starting line, and her lack of energy concerned me from very early on.

    The first mountain we cross is a long, tough climb. The vet check and crew area is nestled down in the valley, and after making it up and over the ridge, we managed a respectable trot down the gravel roads to finish the first sixteen miles with 2,500 feet of climbing in about two and a half hours. I assumed that because the ride felt like a heavy slog, she would require extra time to cool down in order to meet the pulse criteria of 64 bpm. I was wrong! She dropped past 64 into the 50s immediately and was ready for the vet inspection. Khaleesi had high scores, and the vets made a point to tell me she looked excellent. She ate and drank through the hold and we went out to face the longest loop with the worst of the climbs, and the heat of mid-day. 

    Loop two is over 17 miles and 3,200 feet of elevation— relentless climbing, some of it so steep I hike it on foot to help her conserve some strength. The heat was rising into the afternoon, with no breeze which meant the air stayed sticky and thick. It was miserable. The horse was giving me her best, but neither of us were thriving. I had to remind us both not to quit and die on the side of the mountain in the draining heat of the full sun. We were not made to be vulture food. It’s disconcerting to see your average pace grind down to less than 3mph. There is generous water right before the climb begins and water after it ends, but in between has the feel of a desert wilderness, which possibly encouraged me to not stop too long anywhere. The famous saying about going through hell I’ve heard, is to keep going!

    Ride Photo Credit: Becky Pearman

    And yet the mountain does give way to a crest, first there are lovely high meadows with some tall thick grass that gives the horse some fuel in the tank. Eventually, the water trough comes into sight, and the descent into vet check 2 (Laurel Run) is within grasp. Not long after the downhill begins, there is a single track, rutted out section, where I get off the horse again, and begin my jog down the loose dirt and rocks to make up some time. It’s too slow here if Khaleesi has to pick her way down balancing me over the loose and challenging terrain. When I get off she can jog behind me in the loose rocks without slipping as much. We shimmy down until intersecting with the gravel roads in the valley, and I get back on the horse to ride the last few miles.

    Once again, with concern that pulse could take time to drop, I took an extra minute sponging her in the heat and humidity. Surprisingly, a trip to the pulse takers revealed that indeed she was at 60, which is below the required 64. We vet through with all A scores, and I settle in, alone at the Laurel Run hold where no crew is allowed. I take care of my horse and fill up my water. I continued to wet her with a cool water sponge through the hold, because I have learned her core may still be hot. I want her to leave this checkpoint cool and fresh for the mid-afternoon segments in the direct sun with still no breeze.

    The worst of the mountains and rocks for the 55 mile course are in the first two loops. Once you pass through Laurel Run around mile 35, the way home via Bird Haven for your last vet check and 30 minute hold, is mostly gravel roads with some connecting single track trails. Usually my horse would begin to perk up as we head toward home. This year I found a steady solid willingness to trot slowly on down the road, there was no extra perking up available. 

    At Bird Haven, her pulse once again dropped quickly, but here she earned her first “B” scores for “attitude” and “impulsion.” She is tired and she was lagging behind in the jog. With that aside, everything else was very good and we had plenty of time to finish the last 6 miles. I could walk the trail back to camp and probably still finish in time. Walk we did, with some trot intervals. A light rain was setting in, and I welcomed the cloud cover and sprinkles. The cool wave brought her back to life and as we got within a few miles of the finish, she finally perked up. When we dropped onto the gravel road less than a mile out, she trotted, then broke into a run as we came into sight of the finish line along the base camp field. Our triumphant canter into the finish line brought many cheers through the camp below. I was simply thrilled it was over!

    Matt walks Khaleesi to prepare for the final vet while I waited for our rider card at the finish line.

    We made it through the final vet with no trouble, and walked back to the trailer. The horse looked surprisingly good, she meandered around her pen and ate and drank all night with minimal rest in between as if it were a normal night. This was the puzzle before me: a horse that seemed to be tired on course, that had less available energy than I’m used to, ending the ride looking the best I’ve seen her for being hardly exhausted or stiff and sore. 

    And so, this ride was technically successful, but left me with questions. It all seems to boil down to the worst humidity we’ve faced in my recollection at a competition. I had expected a stronger showing from Khaleesi based on the No Frills 55 and the training rides in between. Considering there’s a chance Vermont could have a similar high humidity day, it seems worth some exploration of what I might have missed, and what I might prepare for. 

    In the next article I’ll pick apart what I think might have helped support Khaleesi, as well as ask some experts for their advice. Hopefully this challenge will give me some new pieces to consider that will give us a stronger showing at the Vermont 100 just weeks away!