In July 2019, while visiting my military husband in Germany, I hit a trolley line on a bike and went flying which broke my ankle and dislocated my foot. I was rushed to surgery and while being wheeled back, I was given a 50 percent chance of losing my foot. I spent two weeks in the hospital with an external fixator, then was pinned together, but the post-trauma damage has been exceptional.
On a recent conference call with my fellow Carolina International committee members, we were discussing the aftermath of our gutting cancelation. I asked Lefreda Williams if there was this much hysteria and fear during the Flu epidemic of 1918, to which she replied in true Lefreda form, followed by a light moment and some laughter. Which we all needed.
Usually at the beginning of the year I'm pretty excited about getting back out in competitions on my horses. This year was no different, with the notable exception that I was shuffling around my upper level horses and starting out only on the lower level ones. I was still eager to get back into competing and continuing to improve.
One day Denny and I were talking, I can’t quite remember what started the conversation, but I said I do not think of myself as being that brave. He looked at me like I was nuts, I think he even said, but you went advanced! My response was that I am brave enough, but I am not crazy brave
My dad used to say when I was growing up that if you looked up the word relentless in the dictionary there would be a picture of me next to it. I think at the time he meant my relentlessness in constantly asking for a horse (and everything else that went along with it), but over time I've begun to realize just how much of this personality trait is needed in eventing.
I recently had the chance to take part in the great eventing migration south and although my trip was only a little over a week-long, it was an amazing experience. I left Middleburg, Virginia after work one afternoon with my dog wedged in the back seat of my trusty SUV amid every rain jacket I own, all of my show equipment, and a trunk full of fun items I had collected over the winter months. I reached Aiken sometime in the middle of the night (thanks to my roommate Ashley Kriegel for not minding the late arrival), but the 8-hour drive was painless knowing my destination was a week of eventing-bliss at Lynn Symansky Equestrian South.
One of Becky Holder’s all-time favorite moments aboard her retired racehorse-turned-eventing star Courageous Comet was his elated reaction upon completing his dressage test at the Kentucky Horse Park’s 2008 Rolex Kentucky Three-Day event.
Roscoe is an 11-year-old, 17.1-hand, bay Thoroughbred gelding. No, that's not a typo. When he sees voices and hikes up those ears, he channels his inner giraffe. I became enchanted despite not because. He comes with buttons installed for jumpers and dressage, with the dial up to 10 for Likes to Jump. As I understand his life history, he has not hopped over so much as a twig outside the ring.
The last two days were long but good. I ended up going cross-country at 4:00 pm, so I had all day to hang out (and stress) and wait for the shadows to add to the difficulty of the cross-country course! The course is lovely though, with lots of open galloping spaces and a wonderful feeling of being on top of the world.