The down side to things going well is that expectations are increased. I had a really solid jumping lesson today despite the pouring rain. There were some simple gymnastics, a goofy bending line, things of that sort and they were set above Novice. No idea how tall they really were, since my trainer said 'a bit above Novice' but there's only four inches between Novice and Training. And the holes on a jump standard are three inches apart. How much variation can there be? But I'm getting off topic. The point is that Ben and I schooled around quite nicely at very close to Training height. No rails, no scary jumps, just the odd spot that was a bit long or short, but that's to be expected.
So after heading back to the barn to dry off (thanks, Tropical Storm Andrea), I sort of sidled up to my trainer and asked her if they had split divisions at the upcoming Scarlett Apple Three-Phase. I can definitely do the Training level dressage and if I can school stadium at that height so comfortably . . .
Her response? Just move up to Training.
Of course as soon as she said that, all of my lesson mates started to chime in that it would be fun and I'd do fine. Dorkzilla's owner is doing Training at that event and offered to share a trailer with me so we could leave when we were done rather than waiting for the little divisions. Ben is a total packer at the Training level, other than the occasional brake failure. Cross country isn't timed so I don't need to worry about stepping up to a Training level gallop. It's the farm where we do most of our cross country schooling, and we're going schooling again next week. I could jump everything that's Training sized in schooling so that I would know for sure that we could do it . . .
Holy crap, I'm moving up to Training.