I am a very competitive person. I have been since I was young…but it came at a bad cost.
Singing: scratched the hell out of my throat
Beauty Pagents: busted my chin open and had to have 21 stitches then later had to have blood clot removed from under my jaw bone
Gymnastics: sprained both ankles on the balance beam and broke baby toes
Modeling: anxiety
So that was all by 10 during that. My family has a lot of health issues on my dad’s side from brittle bones (my cousin was always in a full body cast) to cancer. I also had an older sister and 2 older brothers I swear I was always competing with.
My dad had a horse he kept at my aunt’s house. Until I was 8 going out to my aunt’s house to ride put my head back on straight. Sadly I was a very sick child. I can’t remember if I was 6 or 7 when I was taken to Shriner’s Children Hospital (by bus) to find out that all the bones in my legs are at a 45 degree angle which was what was costing me most of my balance. I was given a choice that looking back if I had to make it today I’d be terrified. Either learn to work with the bones as they are or get them set back to proper angle…there was no guarantee that I’d walk again. We skipped the surgery. I am grateful to the doctors I saw and the people I met during that time.
So at 11, I had decided I wanted to do something different. I tried a little football (running was uber hard, soccer, and tennis. All of which was really hard. So I took a year off since I had to start seeing a heart and lung doctor around that time. I had asthma my entire life but it was beginning to get really dangerous. I also ended up seeing an allergy specialist and a few other random doctors including eye, throat, and ear specialists.
When I turned 13, I was determined to combine my two passions: horses and competing…some how. I was lucky enough that my mother was dating a farmer who had horses so I had a real chance to be able to. So with the help of my best friend (and her aunt), I joined the Midnight Ryders ran by Bev Cox. I met them for the first time on a trail ride late September. I was in love. I had to prove to myself that it was going to be worth it. I studied everything I could for the hippology test in the spring and learned how I was to learn to ride (neck rein). I was given a shot on one of her horses in April to get my taste of competing on her son’s horse named Pistol. Sadly in July, I took a bad fall off of our pony mare named Beauty. I BROKE my right wrist. I was heart broken. Fair was just 2 weeks away. I had wanted nothing more than to compete at that fair…and I couldn’t.
I worked my ASS off to get better riding my horses, my friends, learning more of the techniques I needed, and I was given another chance on her pony named Tramp. My heart still aches for that wonderful boy. He TESTED me for the first two weeks. He’d kick out when I asked him to canter. I was having none of his hissy fits. Bev thought we’d be perfect together. She was right. He got me my first BLUE ribbon and showed my how to barrel race. Oh lord I was addicted to winning. On that pony we were running in 3rd to 4th place EVERY time. He was a fast little goof. But after achievement at the end of June, I usually gave him Monday off after a competition but I had to go cause a friend was meeting her mom there after staying the night. Every fiber of my body felt weird (I felt like my blood sugar bottomed even though we had just ate dinner). I told my mom I didn’t feel right. She told me to ask Bev what she’d think. I WISH I had listened to my body that day. I tacked up that pony like it was nothing new. He was patient and excited like always. I mounted. Bev sat in her corner and told us to walk the horses. Bear in mind that there was my friend, her son, and me in the arena. Pistol and Chewy were much bigger than Tramp. We’d ridden together with other horses before in the arena so it was no big deal…till it wasn’t. She told us to go from a trot to a canter. I remember cutting in the turn to avoid running into Chewy because my friend couldn’t get him to go yet. I don’t even remember what happened until I was sitting up looking for him. I was PANICING. He is a 28 year old pony wearing a saddle. He was probably more hurt than me…or so I was thinking. I didn’t even realize I’d broken my collar bone until my mom and Bev were running over telling me to sit back down because Kristin had him. I was still looking around for him. I found him near the gate slightly shaking watching me. I was getting back on him if he was fine. I still remember what they told me.
“If you can get on then you don’t have to go to the hospital.” I wasn’t even processing that I was broken. I kept saying I was fine. I felt nothing. Oh lord is adrenaline a bitch. I stood and went over to the pony after Bev’s husband gave him an all clear. I prepared to mount except my left arm wouldn’t reach the saddle horn. The pony is shorter than me. I felt a new panic rush through me. Did I just loose my 2nd chance at fair? I began to cry. Not from pain. That didn’t kick in until the ride into town.
I was able to compete and win at fair. I was mostly asleep because of the medicine I was on for pain that were extra strong.
Next injury that I didn’t get checked came in 2008 when I had Shadow home. I had a new saddle that I loved and wanted to ride in. I was able to take the pasture one lap at a walk but the second I asked for a trot…hell broke loose. I thought he was spooking which made no sense but it ended up being MUCH worse. The saddle cinch had snapped HARD on his side. He jumped a total of 3 times. I landed so hard that I hit my back and bounced to a sitting position. I stood and went over worried about him. He’d never offered me any issues that like.
Next was in 2009 and I ended up with seizures. I have NO idea what happened that day. We were ridding just fine but half way down the pasture at a dead run something happened. My mom and her ex said he just STOPPED. They said he lost part of his leg in a hole (we had a vet check him that day). I only remember every instinct telling me to pull my feet out the stirrups. I did. I landed face down. I sat up and NO IDEA what went on next according to my mom I was freaking out and pushing Shadow away who was shaking trying to apologize and get close to me. Her ex untacked him while I went to clean up with my mom. The first thing I remember (remember the rest was being told to me over than instincts) is in the bathroom. I looked at my mother in her eyes.
“Why am I in here?” Was the first thing I asked. I was already washed up. She looked worried.
“You had an accident.”
“Is Shadow okay?” Screw me was all I was thinking.
“He’s fine. Are you?”
“Yep, I’m heading to check on him.”
“You want to?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”
“You were just yelling at him and telling us to sell him.”
“I would never!!” I ran out to the pasture to check on him. He met me at the gate. He was fine.
So why do I still ride and compete if I gave up after everything else? Because I was in love. I am free. When I ride, seizures, pain, arthritis, and all my other health issues seem a million miles away. I ride because it makes me feel normal. I ride because it gives me hope.
Besides I was walking when I broke my elbow and toe.