It was a sunny Saturday afternoon in late September. Just as I did nearly every Saturday for the past several years, I went horseback riding.
While I don’t currently own a horse, I’m lucky to ride with a trainer who needs someone crazy enough to hop on pretty much any horse she’s training. I’ve been riding since childhood so I’m confident on a horse, sometimes more so than I am on foot.
That week, I had been in Austin, TX on business and almost skipped riding because my flight home landed so late. But tired or not, I decided I couldn’t miss horse time as the smell of the barn, jumping, and even brushing horses have always been a source of peace for me.
My ride that day was one of my trainer’s young prospects, a four-year-old off-the-track-thoroughbred bay mare named Smokin (hey, I didn’t pick the name). Though she had only been under saddle for a few months, she proved to be a responsive, fun, and slightly frisky horse while we warmed up and jumped.Continue reading