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As I stumble past the finish line, I am numb to my surroundings. I am numb to the other racers in the chute, the overjoyed parents, and the intrusive volunteers who shove me down the line to keep it moving. I am numb to the sweltering heat and the stench of two hundred overworked, sweaty racers. I am not even bothered by the girl vomiting beside me, because all I can feel is happiness. The first thing I want to do is share this literally breath-taking moment with my teammates, because they are the only ones who truly appreciate this feeling. Once we locate each other within the swarm of spectators, we share our times and experiences from the race, and even though it is a short exchange, it makes me realize how grateful I am to share the same passion for the same hobby with so many wonderful people. In this moment, I suddenly realize that I have never appreciated a sport so much, and I have finally become part of a team that makes me feel like I belong to a family.

Leading the horse to the adjoining pasture, Jackson buttoned his coat, put on his gloves, pulled his stocking hat over his ears and put his cowboy hat over the top Since it was March and there was still a good bit of snow on the ground, he didn’t intend to go far, it was too cold for that. All he wanted was to get the feel of the horse and see how well he responded to him as a rider. For his first ride, he already had quite the audience on the other side of the fence. He mounted the horse and had quite the audience on the other side of the fence for his first ride. Taking the reins, he mounted his horse and queued him into a walk using his voice and legs. Once they were going he put the horse through his paces, first at a trot and then a full

Seven nights ago I arrived at Red Dillon’s homestead. Before sleeping that night I dined on a bowl of red chili and a cup of coffee while Red Dillon went over the agreement, he made with the agent from the reservation. After Red finished reviewing the agreement he urged me to have some more food to prepare for tomorrow's bronc riding lesson. That next day I only managed to ride two horses and before being thrown five times, but I learned how to ride with skill. Each horse has a pattern and I can gauge their pattern to find my timing and rhythm to control the broncs. By the end of the week I managed to ride two horses in succession to a complete standstill and I felt accomplished, although Red immediately set up the corral after

It was just me, my horse, and the four judges, who were there to critique my every single move. I probably looked like an ant standing alone inside such a large area. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it beating in my ears. Thump. Thump. Thump. I tried to block it out in order to concentrate on the task at hand. The announcer calls for 805, which was my show number, and up to the first cone I went. I knew that pattern better than I knew my own name. The arena smelled so fresh and clean. I could see the perfectly straight drag lines from the tractor, since I was the first one to go in my class. This was the moment that I had been waiting my entire life for. While waiting at the first cone, the pattern was soaring through my head. Trot to the first cone and stop, then do a turn to the right. Over and over again I kept repeating it silently to myself. Finally, the judges nodded for me to begin, and I started the best pattern

Greater lawrence, pass him, Sprint. So i finish on the floor dying couldn’t breath properly so i deep breaths and needed water my mouth was dry. After the race was over needed time to process like what happen in the beginning i knew we’re going to face greater lowell next week needed to be prepared for the time being. I needed to fix on my start so i don’t have to be the hero. I need to work on is my breathing it didn’t go so well and how to keep a pace with someone so i won’t lose the guy and cost the team some points if i do that well i’m gold. I needed to workout my legs so they won’t hurt during in races. The most important i have to do is keep my body calm and mind during the race next week. I knew in my next race it’s not all about having speed and it was mostly having a good mentality. So i work on a one week later race against greater lowell again i have done better which i did before at least i had the knowledge of the course to back that up it was a great

We finally got three practice laps so we could feel what the track was like to ride. Next we immediately started trials meaning we raced to get the best 14 riders to continue to the main event that night. I was in two classes The 250 and the 450 so I had two chances to make the main event. 250 trials was the most difficult because there were 28 riders, and only 14 could go on. Now nobody really tried on trials it was just a chance to be good enough to make it to the next round. I was 7th out of the 28 so I ended up getting 7th gate pick for the main event. The 450 class had its pros and cons. There were usually less riders, but I rode a 250, a bike almost half the size, but racing against harder competition can only make your better. There were only 20 of us in the 450 trials, and I gave to the best of my ability to get the best gate pick I could get and ended up being

I signed up for the 4-H club, Rough Ridin’ City Slickers, and the 4-H Horse and Pony Project right away, in September of 2007. Beyond ecstatic didn’t even describe it, I was about to compete in my first 4-H horse show. I walked Tip in the arena and lined up facing the judges. Before I knew what happened, I stood up with a mouthful of mud; Tip dragged me across the arena. With a clenched jaw, I snatched the lead-line and marched myself and Tip back to the line-up facing the judge. As she gave me the nod to begin, I gripped the lead-line and advanced towards her.As she told me to trot off, the corners of my mouth slid upward. Despite being drug across the arena, we finished with a First Place ribbon in the class. Following that class, I tacked Tip up for the gymkhana portion of the day. Finishing the day with all first place ribbons, it was set in stone that I was meant to be a barrel

First up, the unanimous win in the Harness Pony WGC was Mississippi Queen carrying Holli Hayes to the winners circle for John and Charlotte Wrather. Hayes said, “winning with Missy was a highlight in my career.” She reflected that Missy, “isn’t the easiest, so it was fulfilling to know you worked so hard and accomplished the goal intended.” Holli, your hard work paid off! Rich, Maureen, and Holli credit the Wrathers’ for letting them take the time needed to prepare Missy for the WGC and would like to express their heartfelt thanks for their patients and understanding. Reserve in the class went to the very fancy pony, Mr. Naples, Abel Vega driving for the Golden Creek Farm. Mr Naples has racked up wins this year at Dixie Cup and Illinois State fair before being crown the 2017 RWGC.

The clip clop of hooves echoed through the desert. Fear pulsed through my veins. The horse was massive, weighing in at over two tons and easily buck me off where I could easily be trampled be the others behind me. I quickly cleared my head of that idea. Starting to get accustomed to the relatively straight and flat trail I began to loosen up.The trail began at first being primarily flat, but then came the ditch. This ditch had taken me by surprise as my fear was just beginning to truly diminish. As the ditch was mainly soft sand my horse had no traction and quickly sped down the hill. What comes down must come up. As my horse slowly climbed the steep embankment I began to saddle ever closer to being bucked off. Thankfully, I never fell off, barely. The trail was mainly flat with few sharp turns after that. Now that it was smooth again and that I started to get comfortable with my horse I had my first opportunity to take in the view. It was no Grand Canyon, but it was exceptional enough for me. Natures reign became more apparent as we progressed down the trail and an abundance of wildlife came to view. I was about to be taken by surprise again. After about ten minutes of smooth riding we reached a gait. The guide told me to go through the gate and the others would follow. Now it was only me and Quiggly, no one to help if anything went awry. I took it slow and steady and thankfully he followed suit. After

On July 4th, 1935, El Paso, Texas was holding their annual Wild Horse race. Cowboys from all over the country gather around to watch all of Texas’s best cowboys. Children gathered around with excitement in their eyes. This year has been rumoured to be the best one yet. The town had supplied some of the best horses that have ever been and the cowboys were ready in every way to wrangle them.

I was in the front pack feeling strong and positive. I knew who the former champion was, and watching her like a hawk I stayed on her wheel. The course consisted of five six mile laps, and I knew that as time went on, I could eventually work my way up in the pack. Then, it happened; my chain broke. Without shifting, it just broke while I was pedaling up a steep hill. Thankfully, with the help of an awesome friend (Cullen Barker, who was also racing), I got the chain back on and set off at a blistering pace. I was determined to work my way back to the front. My only consolation was that the chain broke on the first lap hopefully giving me time and shot at a spot on the podium. I finished my first lap and felt a thrill as I hurried past other racers. The screams of spectators made me feel even stronger and proud to be working so

Standing full of strength, it was obvious this steed was itching to run as if he just became a wild mustang. His poise made it clear that he wanted to run with every ounce of his strength, a sense of adventure stirs in my mind, taking in the aroma of freshly cut grass, he lets out a raging loud whinny, for a split second time stops. Once, his movement begins again, it becomes formless but rapid creating a calming yet mighty rhythm I am oh so familiar with. Shuffling forth slowly, my legs, clutch tighter, goose bumps appear resembling stars in the night, while beneath the saddle generates thundering hooves used such as wings, galloping at full speed with no worries in our mind. As the crisp breeze touches my face I know my spirit becomes free,

Starting at a young age I was blessed to have parents that were willing to purchase me a dirt bike and let me race motocross. I was terrified to begin at the age of four; however, it benefited me because I was able to pick up on the necessary skills before most others even touched a bike. Ever since then, I have created a love for the sport and continue to improve my riding ability day in and day out. Eventually, I plan on pursuing a career in motocross, and making a living doing what I love. As I begin such an amazing journey, it is hard to stay positive when I compare myself to other racers. If I put my mind to it, I can push though anything according to Gail Devers, “Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and

The course wasn’t just a bunch of death marches up the mountain and running back down, but rather was designed by Norm to take racers in the wooded trail sections of the course for the majority of the just over ten miles course. The course included some very technical sections that if racers weren’t carful and paying attention could end with a fall or broken ankle, but racers clearly were aware of this and most took their time to get through these sections. Racers were also very good about moving aside to let faster racers get past

I got used to it, or so I thought. I started taking my turns faster and getting in race mode. By this time I had calmed down and relaxed. I got to relaxed and got ahead of my self and BAM! I went down jamming my knee between my bike and the hard packed dirt ground. Adrenaline instantly hit me. I felt dizzy from the adrenaline. I could feel it run through my veins like cold blood. I picked up my bike I finished the practice lap and pulled into the pit. I put my bike on the greasy aluminum stand that I had been using for a year. I sat down to calm my nerves. The adrenaline was still there. I tuned my bike up for the race. I sprayed my chain down with a sticky liquid called chain lube. I took out the wrench and tightened my chain. As soon as I changed out of the sweaty clothes and wash the muddy dirt off of my face, I sat by the fire.