Barrel Racing, Outside the arena

a Tenth of a Second

A friend of mine recently had an experience on the rodeo trail. A motorcyclist wrecked right in front of her as she was driving in city traffic with her rig. Talk about an eye opener. Everyone is okay, but my friend had a pretty clear message; there are so many more important things in life… Continue reading a Tenth of a Second

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Barrel Racing, Mental game

Give Yourself a Chance

I was recently at a jackpot where a strong competitor knocked a barrel. As I was standing there, watching the rest of her run, I heard a snippet of conversation that upset me. “Well, she’s finally giving the rest of us a chance.” I was absolutely floored. It isn’t the first time I’ve heard that… Continue reading Give Yourself a Chance

Barrel Racing, Rodeo

Dear Cryin’ Hole

Dear Cryin' Hole,  You're not a bad spot. You tell me that I'm almost there (not quite). That being said, I'd really like to pull a cheque.  My horse is working, we're clicking but I keep landing on you. Just about every rodeo, every weekend. I'm paying my dues, seasoning my horse. I don't mind… Continue reading Dear Cryin’ Hole

Barrel Racing, Mental game

Get Out of Your Head

I hope everyone had a great Canada Day and/or 4th of July run with fast times and safe drives! While on my (rather short and sweet) run with Jellybean, I had time to think on a rough patch we went through awhile back. Seasoning a rodeo horse is never easy, though I will say Jellybean… Continue reading Get Out of Your Head

Barrel Racing, Rodeo

A letter to my fellow competitors 

Be brave, my sister. Yes, you, the woman who works full time in order to afford to chase her (your!) dreams. The woman who sacrifices a social life to drive 8 hours to season her colts. The woman who rides in the light from her pickup headlights after work. The woman who loves her horses and… Continue reading A letter to my fellow competitors 

Barrel Racing, Mental game

My Horse is a Unicorn (or, the Power of Positive Speaking)

My horse is a unicorn. No, she doesn't have a giant horn on her forehead, she doesn't fart rainbows and she's not white with a rainbow mane and tail (she's brown, a perfectly beautiful colour for a unicorn, thank you very much). These things do not make her less of a unicorn in my eyes.… Continue reading My Horse is a Unicorn (or, the Power of Positive Speaking)