Horses, Horses, Horses.

Somewhere behind the rider you’ve become, the hours of practice you’ve put in, the couches that have pushed you, the hard falls you’ve taken, the money you’ve spent, the long distances you’ve hailed, the ‘normal’ things you’ve given upm the strides, the sweat, the tears, the blood,  the blisters, the ripped jeans, the suede chaps on 100 degree summer days, the lame horse, the crazy horse, the ‘are you serious?’ horse and everything in between. Somewhere behind all of this is the little girl who fell in love with the sport, the horse, the idea, and never looked back.

Imacoolpieceofpie & Marissa. <3