Remembering how to ride

I made my triumphant return to the riding ring yesterday. Well, sort of.

I did ride for the first time in several weeks, but it was not that triumphant. I felt real, real wobbly. I did some decent leg-yielding, which I still find super-cool, but on that I kept fielding like my stirrups were coming off. They actually were, too.

Dada asks me if I am trying to give her a heart attack when I wobble. She asked that a lot Tuesday. I guess I will find my stride again.