This is part of the process of how vaulters learn to mount at canter. You run beside the horse, matching his stride. It takes a lot of tenacity, courage, strength, and breathe. Eventually, you'll grab the surcingle handles, punch forward with both feet, and allow the momentum of the horse's canter to swing you up onto his back.

The first assisted mount I did at canter, I was given a boost by a 60+ year old man, who'd been a vaulter since he was a child, and who had lost one of his arms to childhood cancer, although that didn't seem to slow him down one bit. While I didn't know him very well, I understood he'd spent a large part of his lifetime teaching special needs kids to vault. I wonder if he has any idea of the gift that he gave to me so many years ago, when he boosted me into the bright blue ether with his one good, strong arm until I landed safely astride the horse, grasping the surcingle handles, sitting the rhythm of the big gait?

I was kind of a special needs case who was pushing herself to get back out there, to not give up, to learn another way, although it was hidden so deep inside, I suspect that only the people who knew me very well understood that I'd been among the walking dead. It may sound silly, but being able to do this, to spring up onto the back of a horse at canter, was part of my resurrection back into life. The end of aimlessly roaming in error ...

Do we truly understand the impact of our lives upon others? Even if our paths cross for only couple of hours?

If you know what in yourself will die, though you have lived many years, why not look at yourself and see yourself risen now? ... Everyone finds a way, and there are many ways, to be released from this element and not to roam aimlessly in error, all with the end of recovering what one was at the beginning. The Treatise on Resurrection