11/23/2025
WHY DID I STOP COMPETING?
I was recently talking to somebody about the good ‘ol days when I was serious about competing in dressage and jumping. We swapped tall stories about our adventures.
I mentioned the time I had a stomach bug and was throwing up badly just before the finals, yet I still managed to win the event. My friend told me about the time he competed with 2 broken fingers. I countered by detailing how I came first in a jump event despite having a broken arm. The person I was speaking to described the time he won a GP dressage test on a horse that had a heart attack halfway through the test, and he had to give mouth-to-mouth to revive it in order to finish the test. I said I can beat that with the time I won a 6-bar competition jumping 6ft 6inches, even though my horse was blind and only had 2 legs. “Oh yeah”, my friend retorted. “Well, my horse died the day before the European Championship freestyle event, and we still won!”
I realised I couldn’t beat that.
But this raises the question, “Why did I compete?”
In the beginning, I competed because it was fun and it made me part of a fraternity of people who also liked to compete. Over time, I used competition to give me direction and a purpose to the type of riding and training I wanted to do. This eventually evolved into using competition as a gauge of what sort of rider and trainer I was, and what sort of instruction I needed to seek.
But one day I stopped. It was all of a sudden. I got out of bed and was on my way to the stables when I had a revelation. In a flash, I decided competing in horse events was no longer for me.
What was this life-changing revelation?
It was the realisation that the enjoyment I got from competing depended on doing well. When I came home with ribbons, it was a good day. I would spoil my horse that night with extra treats. Be jovial to all my family and friends. But if I failed to earn ribbons and prizes, it was a horrible day that put me in a foul mood. I was cranky at myself. I was cranky with my horse, and I was cranky with anybody who tried to cheer me up.
Clearly, this was a big character flaw, and I needed to make some changes. So it began with forgetting about competing. When I did that, it opened up other avenues of working with horses. Over time, my focus slowly switched to the quality of my relationship with horses. Gradually, my priorities changed.
What I learned when I gave up worrying about success in the show ring is that every day that I spend with my horse is a good day. I don’t need to win ribbons for it to be a good day. I could come last in every event and have a fantastic day because I spent it with one of my best mates.
I could go on a trail ride and have my horse freak out at the sight of a kangaroo, and it could be a fantastic day because I helped my mate through something, and I learned from it.
I could be exhausted at the end of a clinic and just want to sleep for a week. But it could be a wonderful few days because I helped people with their horses. My life is better because I helped people and horses who needed some help.
I could return to competition disciplines now because I know I don’t need to win in order to have a good day. But competition no longer interests me, as it did when I was young, because I know every day that I am around my horses is a good day, no matter what we do. Going home with a ribbon is not going to change that. If you can say the same, I absolutely encourage you in your pursuit of having a good day with your horse in the show ring - win or lose.