Seeing stars.

I really don't know how to write this today without seeming like some daft gushing woman who only ever speaks in superlatives. I know that I have previously waxed lyrical over how Ace moves, and all I can say is sorry, if I knew then what he would be moving like now, I would never have used the words I used then.

I honestly feel, apart from there being no lump and no pain, that I am reeling as if someone has belted me on the head with a baseball bat.

Ace has been on an upward path of additional mobility for the seven days that he was ridden. Then he had Friday off, and today I have ridden again.  This time, there was no 'upward path' there was one giant step of an increase in his suspension, stride length, power  and self carriage.

I saw it immediately on the lunge and exclaimed out loud. But to ride, well that was just on another planet altogether. For the first time today, I have said to SH that given the choice now between a well Jazz and a well Ace, I would pick Ace over Jazz.

I'm not sure anyone realised that Ace could ever move like this. If they had, I'm pretty sure he would never have been sent from Germany to Holland to be sold unbroken at 4. That's a very unusual beginning, and I can't help but wonder if they took back xrays in Germany and threw him out because of them.

Their loss, my enormous gain.  Today, I don't care if he never stops spooking enough to compete, simply to ride him is the most awesome privilege.


C