Inside A Barrel Racer's Mind
A play by play recount of 15 second of freedom.
Your name cracks over the loudspeaker.
All noise escapes your senses.
You straighten in the saddle.
You feel her tensing under you.
Every ounce of your being in intertwined with hers as she barrels down the alley. Turf flies through the air as you glide around the first barrel. You can hear nothing but the pumping of your hearts as barrels come and go.
One.
Two.
Three.
You're immortal.
As you leave the arena, a time is called. She bounces to an excited stop, hot air rushes out of her nostrils. This is the time your dreams become reality.
This is when the hours of work, hot days, cold nights, sore muscles, and countless failures culminate into something amazing. It's freedom, it's bliss. It's an adrenaline rush like no other. It's trust and companionship and an unfathomable bond between horse and rider.
It's only 15 seconds, but you're both forever addicted.
