Dec 112013
 

by Doranna & the Blue Hound Beagles
A Dog Agility Blog Event.  Sort of.

dogblogLast week the Dog Agility event went off as scheduled…without me.  Life Chaos came to something of a head last week (if one of many), and I regretfully not only didn’t manage the deadline, I didn’t even get started.

But this past weekend, I attended an agility trial that reminded me just how much the mental game matters.

As in, when your mental game is blown away, it changes everything about how you handle the events of a trial.

Sure, the mental game can also be applied to our handling choices and our focus on the course.  I don’t think there’s any question that my (varying) ability to hold an certain intensity of focus through an entire course affects the outcome of the run.  And that my focus has to be the proper one–not thinking about the Q, but connected with my dog every step, spatially aware for every step, and working out ahead of our progress so I’m proactive, not reactive, when it comes to guiding my dogs.

But an agility trial is about more than just getting around the course.  It’s about how you experience the days, how you feel about your runs, how you position yourself for success.

Most of the time I can use positive thinking, the time with friends and dogs, and realistic expectations to create a trial experience that makes me want to come back and do it again the following week.  Sometimes life throws me chaos, and I watch well-practiced tools fail…and realize just how important they are.

But this past trial came on the heels of a particularly difficult time.  Stress, emotion, grief, exhaustion…all part of the recent routine.  Add in a last-minute snowstorm, an event venue not built (apparently) to overcome the cold that came with it, and the mental set-up was nearly complete.  But still, Rena Beagle qualified in Excellent Jumpers, and Dart ran really well on the same course.  He didn’t Q but his mistake was my mistake; I was very happy with his attention, his effort, and his speed.

(Another nod to the mental game.  I approached a certain change of direction with the plan of “wait and see how we’re positioned,” and ended up in a good place for neither option.)

After this, add in bad news phone call during the first morning of the trial.  Really bad news.

Then add in the clandestine presence of a bitch in heat, crated in a small, enclosed room with the boy Beagles as the trial day turned excruciatingly long and delayed, partly due to weather, partly just because it happened that way.  (The bitch in heat thing is a topic of some controversy.  Let’s just leave that alone for now.  It’s my blog, so I get to say that.)

So when Rena ran in Exc Standard, she Q’d…but Connery, my ready steady boy, got halfway through the weaves and forgot what he was doing.  And Dart cruised past obstacles without even seeing them.

And I was devastated.  Not because I expect to succeed every single time, but because for me, the most important thing of all is that connection between me and my dogs, and it had quite abruptly gone missing.

And because I had no mental game left.

I think, in light of the past weekend, that I’ve decided the lack of mental game is much, much more evident than the quiet ongoing presence of one.

After the trial came an extended visit to follow up on the bad news–my dad, faltering after a month in ICU and a major surgery. If I’d had any mental game at this point, it would have succumbed.

By the time the next morning rolled around, I knew something had to be done about the BiH situation.  Not a happy thing for anyone, disruptive all around.  After a period of time in the original spot, we ended up in a pleasant new crating area, but a place that the kids had never been before.  This matters to them and it matters to me; consistency is one of the ways I handle my neurological sensory issues.  Chaos on top of chaos.

After that, Rena didn’t Q in jumpers…just distracted by it all.  Dart didn’t even try.  Dart’s brain was on another planet.  Dart got summarily taken from the course in the Walk of Shame, a strategy that works particularly well with him. And me?  I found a quiet corner and cried for three quarters of an hour, mature adult that I am.

No, really.  I did.  I thought hard about quitting agility.  I thought hard about quitting dog sports altogether.  I thought about walking away from the trial, and I came close to doing it.  Fortunately (?) for me, I was too vain to come out of my corner to publicly hiccup this decision to the other people it would affect–and by the time I dried my eyes and threw away used tissue, it was time to eat something and memorize the next course.  My glamorous life.

Rena did not qualify; she was sightseeing.  Dart made it through all of two obstacles before taking the Walk of Shame.

And yet…I was not devastated.  I had cried all those the tears that have lurked for the month or so of Dad’s illness, and I had started thinking of all times that running with the kids made me feel as if I was flying.

My mental game had shifted.

And then ConneryBeagle, bless his awesome heart, ran a beautiful standard course to Q, bawhing happily all the way.

This is a ridiculously happy dog (same face, an earlier trial)

This is a ridiculously happy dog (same face, an earlier trial)

In the end, that day was, if anything, longer than the first–I stayed to run the Open classes with my buddy Chase Cardigan (one completed title, one almost-Q).  Then went off to the hospital for a visit, where I could clearly see improvement in my dad’s strength.  Also, a smile!

It would be nice to say that Sunday was all success and smiles.  It wasn’t.  But my mental game stayed where it belonged, so I looked at all the positives in Rena’s not-qualifying first run, and carried Dart off from a course that started out much, much improved from the day before but…oops, there went his brain again, and out came the Walk of Shame, but I was mostly happy to see how connected he’d been until that moment.

Connery repeated his awesomeness, and I was more happy; in two days he earned half his remaining points to MACH 3 (he’s currently running only in standard classes, not jumpers).  Then came the jumpers classes, in which Rena ran well and finished her title, and Dart ran just gorgeously for another tiny step closer to MACH, and Chase Cardigan attempted Exc Jumpers for the first time and ran most beautifully of all…

…And I was reminded of what it feels like to fly with dogs.

SDOC.dogwalk.dart

I’m not sure, on Friday, that my floundering mental game would have allowed me to enjoy that feeling.

And while I’m really not sure that I could have done anything to adjust my brain pain on Friday (believe me, I was trying!), I do think it’s a wake-up call of sorts about how much the mental game matters.  Maybe the next time this sort of thing happens–a confluence of chaos and difficulty–I can keep in mind that being human means being affected, and without that full mental game, I need to change something–most probably, my expectations.  Sometimes expectations are everything, and I guess that’s another sort of mental game when all is said and done.

For the moment, I’d just rather think about flying.

 

  • Ruth

    Many hugs to you and scritches to the four-legged ones. It’s so good to hear the Song of Self.

    That second run with Connery – there were some interesting tight turns between jumps. Is that the norm?

  • doranna

    Tricksie! I dunno that I’d say they’re the norm, but they’re not *abnormal.* That bawh when he comes out of the tunnel? That’s a big scold. In Connery’s opinion, that was NOT RIGHT. ;>

  • Marilyn

    Yay, Rena! And Connery, bless him! so GOOD to hear that BAWH! Dart.. I dunno. When he’s on task he moves brilliantly. You can see it. It’s just that, well, he’s not on task as often as one might wish. Babette Beagle came running when I played the video, and perched on my lap, singing along with Connery.

  • doranna

    “When he’s on task…”

    Exactly so.

  • Suzan Morrow Farrell

    Connery seems to enjoy the event so much that his song is just celebrating it.

  • doranna

    It’s his Song of Self. 8)

  • Suzan Morrow Farrell

    And what a beautiful song it is.

  • Kathy Davies

    Dart Beagle looks so happy flying over those jumps! He is just soaring! Fun to watch, even for those of us who know nothing about dog agility. Plus, the weaving is really cool. thanks for posting the video!

  • doranna

    8) Glad you enjoyed! He’s awfully fun to run, too. Er. Most of the time.