A Fun-Filled Weekend

Well I’m back! I’m not sure yet if I’m going to share the videos from the barrel race or not- but I am going to share all about what Zach and I did, and try not to bore you with my drivel about how much I love him and blah, blah, blah. I would have for sure shared my pretty, 3/4 speed run with you, but my videographer missed the first barrel. The runner in front of me was a scratch, and so I came in early and Zach wasn’t ready!

I’d like to take this moment to thank all the great girls that kept y’all entertained while I was gone. Let’s give them all a virtual round of applause, shall we? I should also shout-out to Brenda, a totally awesome client who made Friday’s great day possible by getting to the barrel race Thursday to stand in line and get us exhibition runs for Friday on her horse and for Gump! I couldn’t go because I thought Zach was getting in at 5pm that day, and the books opened at 4 that afternoon. And I clearly can’t be two places at once!

Thursday Zach surprised me by getting in several hours early! I must have missed it when he told me his flight was getting in at 1pm because last I’d heard it was a 5pm arrival. When he calls me from Rapid City on Thursday morning he was like, I should be to Texas by 1pm! Needless to say I was ecstatic! I graced the family with my famous shrimp pasta on Thursday night, and then Friday we were up and at ‘em to get to the barrel race.

Friday night’s run was really slow, but my horse did everything right, so I can’t and shouldn’t be upset about that.

Saturday we ran over a second faster, but even that was still way off the pace. But that was fine, because we learned that my horse is so long-strided, as one of my commenters mentioned, that it’s very hard to judge and get your timing right for setting him up to turn and be successful. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again- Gump is unlike any horse I’ve ever ridden before- he’s not exceptionally ratey (which means he’s not jonesing to turn a barrel) but he is very fast, and he’s what we’d consider to be a free-runner. He’s broke, but not as broke as he could be, so as we get more and more broke, we’ll get better and better at running.

Sunday’s run was probably one of the best first barrels we’ve ever had, but our second barrel, was a slight disaster. The third barrel was good and I was less in his way- than I was on run #2. All in all I’d say the weekend was very successful and I had a great time. I got to see a lot of friends, and by Sunday night was not only sad because Zach was leaving the next day , but I was absolutely worn out.

That’s the recap of the weekend’s events. It rained again on Monday, and as such is a muddy mess today. The good news is that it’s sunny and beautiful outside! So hopefully the sun combined with this north wind will help us dry out and I might be able to get on a riding schedule before the end of the week. That would make me extra happy!

Have a great day!

xo

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Push (A Lesson in Friendship)

Here’s another great post from another fun girl, a fellow barrel racer named Sarah:

Do you ever listen to the crowd or the announcer while competing? I have to admit, I do. Even while running my horse I’m still listening for support. I love hearing my friends yell “PUSH”. It makes me try harder. Yeah, that might make me a little co-dependent…although I prefer to think of it as multi-tasking. Whichever it is, supportive friends are great to have.

I am in the process of training my mare on barrels. I recently moved into a bunkhouse on my friend’s property. There’s room for my horse, there’s an arena, and BLM land nearby for riding. After years of having to drive to where my horse was boarded and then hook up the truck and trailer to haul somewhere to ride, I am in heaven. What makes it even more nice is having my friend 50 feet away to motivate me to ride on the days I’m not planning to. How does this relate to training my mare on barrels?

Here goes my conversation with my friend this morning:

Friend: Did you ride this morning?

Me: Nope. I rode the last few days, I’m giving her a couple days off.

Friend: What is she seven this year? (She’s actually eight) Are you on the ten year training plan?

Me: Um, yeah. Maybe I should ride tomorrow.

Friends are great. They care about us and can see our blind spots. Because they see things that we can’t (or don’t want) to see, they can push us forward into better versions of ourselves.

Without friends pushing us how would we get past fears? How many people would have tried cigarettes and alcohol? (Not necessarily the best push.) How would we know when we are being wimpy, or borderline lazy? Friends are there to push us into situations, and laugh because when they pushed we fell on our butt!

I’m writing this because I appreciate when my friends push me. I hope my friends don’t mind when I push them. While competing on horses, we push them to give their best performance (and horses make the best kind of friends). Pushing is a great way to show someone you care. So go on. Go push someone today.

I found this post to be quite relevant to my current situation and wish very much that I had more friends that were like Sarah’s! I am so glad that she shared!  If you’d like to read more from Sarah, you can find her at over at Rock-n-Rodeo Girl.


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It Wasn’t Pretty

But it got the job done.

Last Thursday we went to a barrel race, Gump and I. We won a check. It wasn’t a very big one, and we were way off the pace, partly because I was behind him the entire time, but partly because I was halfway scared of letting him really run in that arena. I know. I gotta get over it. But the check was big enough to pay for my fees and my diesel and buy supper at the Whataburger (if that’s what I’d have wanted to do with the money). By the way, Whataburger is a Texas tradition and if you’ve never eaten at one, you’re missing out. They now dot the South. I digress.

Last night we went to another barrel race. At a new facility. Well the facility isn’t new, but it’s under new ownership and it’s new to me. So there. One of the best parts of being where I am, is that there are barrel races to go to almost every night, somewhere nearby. Last night’s drive? Twenty Two miles. There isn’t even a gas station within 22 miles where I live!

The ground was good, I saw some good friends, made some new ones, and generally had fun.

And we won another check. Albeit it was an ugly run; again. It got the job done, paid for my fees and my fuel. I really don’t like going to barrel races and running at the bottom. Though I’m sure there are some people in my world that believe that’s the only place I’ll ever run. Whatevs. I’m inclined to believe in bigger and better things for myself so I will keep plugging away. Though it would be nice to stop fighting my head. Any sports psychologists out there? Part of it is me having expectations that my horse simply can’t meet right now, and part of it is me just not having made enough runs consistently. I have to tell myself that it takes run, after run, after run, after run, after…well you get the picture, to get into some timing and rhythm with my four-footed friend, and so I must continue to persevere.

In the meantime, I will take the small victories- the fact that my horse didn’t run off with me. That he turned a pretty second barrel last week, even though I asked late. That we are beginning to tune into each other more and that while we work on being “together” I can finance my trips along the way.

Today it’s snowing. Right this very minute. At the obscenely early hour in which I awoke. I don’t really mind being an early bird, but this is way too early. Especially for a day when it’s snowing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I must try and go back to bed.

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A Really Great Sunday

Gump At Pierre, SD. Photo by Megan Zeller

Gump At Pierre, SD. Photo by Megan Zeller

Yesterday I found myself at the first barrel race of 2010. I would love to tell y’all that I won all kinds of money. But I’d be lying if I said that.

What won’t make a liar, is to tell you that my horse, Gump, made two really pretty runs, and I am extremely proud of him. We had two really pretty second barrels and for the first time ever, he ran at a second off. There were some tough horses there, and some girls that are consistently at the top of their game.

I also took one of my students with me. Sydney has been my student for about 4 years. She comes and rides with me anytime I am back in town. This was her first barrel race in 6 months or so. We were lucky to find her a really nice horse when it came time to buy her a step-up horse. Dude is worth his weight in gold. Not only is he broke like I would have him broke, but he’s really honest and wicked fast. Keeping a secret isn’t something I’m particularly good at, but I failed to tell Sydney (on purpose) that they were giving buckles to the first place winner in the average. The average, for those of you not rodeo savvy, is the combined time on more than one run.

This barrel race was a double header- so we made one run, and then had a break, only to make a second run about an hour later. In her first run, she ran good, but didn’t push her horse to the first barrel. So I sat her down and said she needed to let him run to the first barrel. She was like, “seriously? He’s not running? I feel like he’s not going to turn.”

I reminded her that he is very well trained and asked her if she trusted me. She was like, “yes”.

“Then send him to the first barrel. He will turn when you ask him”, I assured her.

And send him she did.

And she ran 1/2 a second off in the second round. Not only was it her fastest time ever; she won the biggest check she’s ever won. And she won the average buckle. And this wasn’t just any buckle- it was her first buckle to ever win! Talk about an excited 19 year old girl!

For those of you wondering- she outran me. And I couldn’t be more excited about being beat!

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Spinning in Happiness

This week’s Spin is all about what makes us happy. So I figured a photo tour through the things that make me a happy(er) person than I already am were in order.

Texas
Texas

My mare Nora and favorite stud, Tom
Lovebirds

Nora’s Baby, Dolce
My Filly, Dolce

If this doesn’t make you smile, you’re broken.
Adorable faces

Same with this one. Curious colts are great!
Curious Colts

Zach. Pitter Pat. Pitter Pat. Goes. My. Heart.
My Cowboy

Wide Open Spaces.
Wide Open Spaces

Gumpers. Even when he’s filthy.
Gump

Calves. Look close, there’s one in the background bawling too.
Babies

Chickens.
My fat chicken

Manes. What’s not to love about a mane?
Manes

Running barrels of course!
Running Barrels

My Shuttlebug and neice, Tatum.
A gentle horse and cute niece

Higgins the Papillon
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My Cowboy. Riding into the sunset.
Riding into the sunset

This spin brought to you, courtesy of Jen, the Keeper of Sprite.

Happy Friday folks!

Texas Bound

IMG_0905Is where I’ll be tomorrow! I’m taking 5 horses, a furry papillon named Higgins, and myself to spend the winter there. I am glad that I am able to do this for so many reasons; the first being that financially we’re able to allow me to do this, but also that I don’t have any kids so I am free to *move about the country*. Because someday I won’t be free to *move about the country* like I am now. I’m also continually thankful to Zach who has agreed to live without me for four months. In case none of you have heard, I’m the lucky one in this relationship! He graciously allows zebra print chairs into our living room. He won’t come in and turn off HGTV if that’s what was on, and he supports my every endeavor and is the biggest cheerleader a girl could have. I have learned so much about life, living here in this place. So much from him about making life easier to live; and plenty about the animals and caring for them.

In the last 18 months I have specifically learned that getting upset doesn’t help you solve problems. It only makes you more likely to compromise as you aren’t thinking clearly. I have put into practice the concept of letting go- as in the only person/thing that I can control, is me. Being mad doesn’t do you or anyone any good. And worrying only puts creases in your forehead. If you can change something do it. Don’t fret about it or spend time worrying. Affect change. Affect the things you can. Let go of everything else. And if you believe you can do those things, then you CAN. And as such you will be more effective and less affected by what life throws your way.

I think the one thing that I am going to take with me and run with for the year is the word “believe”. Because if you don’t believe in something, you’ll fall for anything, right? But more than that because you have to believe in yourself first. Believe that you can do it. I am going to begin to do that again. There was a time in my life when I believed I could do anything. That whatever I wanted was possible. And that spark in me was stripped away by certain individuals. I’m sharing my 2010 word with y’all because I need you to remind me when I get down or am too hard on myself or on my horses, or if I allow someone to run me down or tell me that something can’t be, that if I believe hard enough in my ability, that I can make anything happen. I can’t say that I’m taking this journey alone. Because I’m not. I’ll have God, Zach, and y’all with me to help remind me that if I set my mind to something I cannot fail. I may not reach the level of success I wanted (RIGHT THEN), but I have to remind myself that there are milestones and every try, every good thing, gets me closer to having a better horse, making a better run, and maybe, closer to a run of PRCA rodeos and eventually a run to Vegas. And besides that, all the fun I’m going to have and all the trials and tears mixed in make me a better, stronger, more well-rounded person.

So I’m going to spend the winter working on fulfilling that life-long dream that I have of running down the alley at the the Thomas and Mack Center in December. And I’m going to be gracious, hold firm to what I believe about training my horses, my riding, my ability and not let anyone tell me I can’t.

Because I BELIEVE I can.

Huron, SD Barrel Bash

Yesterday I loaded up the trailer and took Sonora (Streakin Iron) and my Gump to the Barrel Bash at Huron. This makes the third barrel bash I’ve been to this year and I really hope to get to go to one in Minnesota in October. I’m really liking the producer of these races.

Anyway, I didn’t win any money, but my horses did good. Like I’ve said before, Nora is a pokey gray mare, and she’s just not a sprinter. But I love to ride her and I don’t care if she doesn’t win any money- she’s gorgeous and she turns good for the most part. Here is video of her running:

Gump made a good run- we’re just still not running as hard as he is capable- I felt like he was really getting after it but the clock said otherwise. So we’ll just keep working on things. Here is his pretty run:

Then of course, in true Jenn fashion, I had a pity party on the drive home that snowballed into absolutely craziness. Sometimes, I believe it is a wonder that Zach still loves me. I had convinced myself by the time I got home that I am never getting better; considered quitting; that I’ve forgotten what it feels like to ride a smokin’ horse; and was wondering why anyone ever sent me a horse to train in the first place- because certainly I hold no credibility if I’m not out winning barrel races. Zach wants me to remember that I *get* to barrel race. That it should be fun. And that if I’m not happy when I don’t win a check, that I’m in the wrong business. That my horses are works in progress. It’s true- I just need to keep at it, remind myself that it took 2 years with my black horse before I ever won a check on him and that it took another year after that before he clocked a 1D time. I’ve only been on Gump for a year. So things really aren’t as bad as I tend to make them.

I just gotta keep on keepin’ on; not let what anyone else thinks or says get to me, and know that I have what it takes to make a super horse. I think I’ll go ride this afternoon, actually!