Narrative Essay On Barrel Racing

The time that I recall when I had to stop digging and solve a problem is when I was competing in a barrel racing event. Whenever I would began my race, leaving the alley- way headed towards the first barrel I never pushed my horse hard enough, which caused us to lose time. In order for me to fix the problem I had to go back into the practice pen and go over my fundamentals. When I went back over all of my fundamentals I figured out the problem. Which was I wasn’t being aggressive.
As for being aggressive, I guess I should have said that I didn’t have enough confidence in my riding ability. I had always ridden my dad’s calf roping horses, ever since I was a small toddler. I took a ten year break from riding, to follow my mom and grandmothers dream of me participating in beauty padgets. Some how along the way I lost my confidence. …show more content…
My older brother had started salf roping competitiavly in rodeos. I made a lot of new friends that were involved in barrel racing. It looked like it was so fun. All of my friends keep asking me when I was going to start running, I would constantly ask my dad about getting me a barrel horse. He told me to run him calf horse “Skeeter”, to see if barrel racing was something that I wanted to do. Please note “Skeeter” is an extreamly fast barrel horse as well as a calf horse. He was too much horse for me to start my resurgence pf riding, let alone barrel racing.
Proving that I was serious about barrel racing, I finally got my own barrel horse “Ruler”. I have to reassure myself that “Ruler” will not put me into a situation that would allow me to get hurt. So back to the practice pen to work on our fundamentals and adding more speed as we progress to help built my confidence and trust in my galliant steed “Ruler