Barrel Racing: Personal Narrative

My breath caught, I close my eyes tight. I just counted to five. I just counted five. My eye burned; I pulled with all my might, I was going too fast. I tugged again putting my entire weight into it finally I slowed down. But now I was trotting at breakneck speed, with one final pull I was able to draw down to a walk. I first met Belle at a horse show, a petit grey mare, sedulous, without any sense of diversion. She was dissonant to ride than anything else I’d ridden before. Unlike the horses I had ridden prior to her she was expeditious, unlikely to decelerate, and took the long distance when it was there. She and I made an inept combination because we worked homogeneously. Having ridden several horses that needed a propulsive ride, I rode like a NASCAR driver. We

Every person becomes discouraged at some point in their life. They become consumed with frustration and feel as though all hope is lost. My story of discouragement begins at the start of my junior year track season. I had made so many improvements since the previous season and knew I had the potential to be the best in the state. However, the first few track meets of the season this did show at all.

It also requires a huge amount of dedication, patience, and courage. If you aren’t convinced I hope you soon will be as I share what it takes to make it in the arena. Is it possible to earn a living or make a respectable amount of money while pursuing barrel racing and how dangerous is it really? Exactly what does it take to be the best and get around those barrels better than anyone else. Well let’s find out.

Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you just stop and give up, you try harder the next time to accomplish your dreams and it could lead you to a successful

All things in life can be enjoyable but also unexpected. Everyone has their own natural high. My natural high is riding my dirt bike. Even though riding my dirt bike is fun, it can also be very dangerous. It is very important to always wear safety gear while operating an off-road vehicle. Remember to always pay attention to the surroundings.

My First Time Tubing Behind A Speedboat The fear of falling was overpowering, it made me feel weak and scared. One Saturday my father, stepmother, little sister and I were headed out to our family's Cabin to go tubing behind Russ` speedboat on Lake May. The ride there was pretty long, but it was fine, we were talking about being behind a speedboat I was honestly very scared about it.

One incident I can recount when I experienced failure was when I joined Cross Country. Since, I can remember I have always excelled at everything I did, from my academics to dance class to music lessons. When I entered into my freshman year of high school, I decided I would to join an athletic team in order to keep myself occupied outside of academics. I figured joining a sport would be another good attribute to add to my resume. Initially, my mind was set to join the soccer team. However, I found out there weren’t any openings available. The only team that had an opening was The Cross Country Team. I was terrified…my parents encouraged me to join as there wasn’t an option not to.

My participation in Cross Country over the past 4 years has influenced me greatly. Particularly in my senior year, it taught me how to work hard, bond with my teammates, and really appreciate the sport. It has influenced my career goals through possibly looking towards a health career, and has bonded me with my family by their support through the season.

Sometimes, if you don’t reach the goal you have anticipated, you can land amongst something close to it. It is not the actual dream that we should aspire to achieve, but rather how much of ourselves are we willing to sacrifice in order to obtain it. It is in dreaming and the ability to be diligent that makes us exercise our potential to the fullest capacity. It is the ability to see beyond the reality we are in that gives us hope. It is our relentless strife in becoming the best version of ourselves that makes us virtuous.

But I realized I shouldn’t let that stop me, and I worked hard to overcome it. I plan to keep practicing to become even better in the future. Additionally, Rose from the film Titanic similarly demonstrates grit in her desire to live her life until she’s old. After making a promise to Jack, she was determined to live following that tragic night. But once Jack died in her arms, it was to keep going.

It always makes me happy to see the young kids getting into it at a young age like I did. I would like it as a way to give back to the sport being a show model for others to learn from. Something that could hold me back from completing my is that I could get in a car wreck and be paralyze so them I would not be able to drive and that would burn my goals of ever making it to the major leagues of racing and being able to follow the footsteps of my hero. Or even the chance of a stroke could also destroy my goals of racing. There are so many thing that could keep me from reaching my goal.

Throughout the last two weeks, I have been reading Patrick Ness’ Monsters of Men and Garth stein’s The Art of Racing in the Rain. I had 478 pages left of Monsters of Men and I finished that book. I am currently on page 122 of The Art of Racing in the Rain. Monsters of Men was about the battle between Spackle and the people. There were two groups of people that were also against each other but they decided that they had to join forces because one group did not have food and the other group did not have water because the Spackle destroyed their supply of it. The battle between the two is very damaging to both sides, but in the end neither side wins but they stop fighting and begin to work together. The book ended on a sad note because one of the Spackle was trying to kill the mayor. He thought he saw the mayor but it ended up being Todd who he shot in the chest. Todd’s noise stopped indicating that he had died but the Spackle attempted curing him and his noise would occasionally come back. I also started Garth Stein’s The Art of Racing in the Rain. This book is about a dog’s life from the dog’s point of view. In the beginning he

Right from the go I was behind and off the pace and even though I was learning by running in last place all the time I was ashamed to be there because it was something that made me feel like I wasn’t worth being out on that race track. 5 years later I am one of the top young guns in my racing division among the NASCAR sanctioned tracks in Ontario because I didn’t let vulnerability hold me down I pushed through and did what I wanted

I grew up in a rodeo family, my parents did it, my grandparents did it, even my great grandparents did it. I have been on a horse, well, since before I was born. I have had a rope in my hand since I knew how to walk. I even won my first buckle when I was three, my first saddle when I was five, and won a trailer when I was eight. I was the best around. Key word there... Was.

My passion for track and field began with a Nike advertisement. At age ten, I opened the newspaper to a two-page spread of the hometown distance running legend Steve Prefontaine overlaid by a paragraph of inspirational copy. It concluded asking, “Where is the Next Pre?” The story of his small town Oregon roots, gutsy racing style, and ambition to be the best resonated with me like nothing ever had before. I told myself I was the next Pre, and then tore off for my first run through the streets of Eugene, Oregon – “Tracktown USA”.