Something new: A racehorse of my own

Earlier this month, I ventured into new territory: I actually bought my own racehorse.

Well, sort of.

A good friend and I have partnered up to run a horse next year. It will give me my first shot at managing a horse and it gives him a taste of the business. It’s a deal we struck over martinis about a year ago, so of course, we plan to call our partnership “Martini Racing.”

This might not sound like a big deal, especially when I’ve had horses that are “mine” for years. But, this is the first one I’ve picked one out myself and will be calling the shots – officially.

Unofficially, there’s always been a horse or two at my parents’ house that has been “mine.” Well, usually one I’m at least designated to ride. I haven’t always had the best of luck with horses bought especially for me.

There was the Paint horse: the first horse my parents bought just for me. She was also the first horse to ever throw me off. My parents didn’t mind that so much, but when she also managed to buck my dad off, well, she moved on to another home fairly quick. 

Blackjack, the Shetland pony I wanted when I was about 7 convinced me those little 3-foot-high horses are not as fun as they look. If he didn’t want to ride on any given day, he was prone to just lie down. He lay down anywhere and at anytime whether I landed below him or not. Or, if he knew it was just him and I for the day (and I was wearing shorts) he would find a way to slink between a barbed-wire fence and thistle weeds. He’d then stay there and mockingly sway back and forth, with me perched on his back, knees at my chin, until someone much taller than the both of us would come to help.

Then there was the horse I got for Christmas. I don’t even remember his name, but I do consider myself lucky to say I once got a horse for Christmas. Alas, I never got to ride him. He went in reverse great. Moving forward was the problem.

It’s a problem I’m confident won’t be an issue for my latest endeavor. My mom has agreed to be our trainer, and I will be helping at the track.

I’m excited for the new venture and to spend the winter helping train.

Wish me luck. As you can see, I might need it.

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