It was time. The moment they’d worked so hard for had finally arrived. Nearly a full year’s worth of traveling countless miles, to at least six states and miles logged through many more than that. There had been what seemed like thousands of early morning chores; those came in rain and shine; heat and cold as the ever changing weather patterns didn’t matter. There was but one goal…
We ran in mud. We ran in rocks. We ran in rain. We ran in heat. We ran. Each horse had their turn as the conditions warranted. Small and compact called for a different kind of runner. Large and open, yet another decision to be made. Though through it all, there was one that could run in each and every condition, regardless; but the demands of competition required rest days. But there weren’t rest days to be had . So at least two horses were necessary.
As the year drew to a close, we were right in the mix for the goal. And as the competition season ended we knew we’d accomplished what we set out to do.
Now, at this very moment, we breath as one, just as we had dreamed as one. The crowd was screaming, the music was loud, the announcer called our name. I could feel the heart beating in my mare as we quietly made our way up the ally. We’re about to make the first of ten runs in Las Vegas, NV at the National Finals Rodeo.
I honestly believe that someday, that won’t be a Creative Spin, but that it will be a true story. Not just my dream.