As usual with horses, nothing goes quite as planned.
It was the day of the Prix St. Georges, and, for some lucky few, a chance for a team medal.
You could cut the tension with a knife as we piled into a cab to head to the show grounds. Today was the day we’d been training for during the past year. We’d envisioned this moment, obsessed about 8-meter circles, stressed angles in the shoulder-ins…
This was the biggest and the final CDI of the year. The moment was what we made it.
