I think I’ve heard it a gazillion times, at every volume. Coach has asked me nicely, rudely, softly and at high volume. It’s not that I’m trying to ride crooked, I just can’t seem to go straight.
The exercise is simple.
A cavaletti on a 20 meter circle.
Canter around and jump over it. It doesn’t get simpler.
Elliot and I canter; we come ‘round the bend, I haven’t taken my eyes off the jump.
GO STRAIGHT, From his posture, I can see his patience has worn thin.
I go around again,
Each time he yells straight
Then… a miracle,
he says Good.
With sweat dripping down my back I look at him confused and exasperated. But I wasn’t even close to the center.
Do you think you’re Ian Miller? there’s no time to respond. I just look at the ground.
no I whisper
I’d rather you approach it straight, so Elliot jumps equally off both legs, then in the center and off balance. Off both legs he goes a foot higher.
Ok, got it I say
You got what, tell me, he challenges me
Better to jump at 90° to the jump, then to cross the center on an angle
I never heard it said that way he says
The moment has passed, the tension eased.
Thank you Sir I say as he shuffles from the arena, leaving Elliot and I to cool out.
Walking around the arena, reflecting on the lesson I chuckle.
Elliot...nothing is straight in life, it’s just a curvy road.