My Moment

The moment I chose is a moment that I will never be able to forget. A moment that is so picture perfect in my mind I couldn’t forget it if I wanted to. It is a moment that gives me a feeling like no other. I cant find it anywhere else. Probably my favorite place in the world, entering the chute on my horse faith just before I give her head and let her go to work.
I cant see the announcer stand in front of me over looking the main arena with loud speakers booming at the crowed. The gates and fences all around me guide my way to the arena where the freshly dragged sand lies smoothly complimenting the three barrels of fate. I can see one of them, the second barrel shining in its new red, white, and blue paint job. The bleachers are filled with people eagerly waiting and watching for the champion of the day. People even crowded the covered arena to my left. They sat on fences, stood on buckets, anything to get a good view. The other riders with in that round try to ready and steady their horses behind me in the holding pen. But most importantly I can see the fiery passion roaring in
Faiths wide glistening eye.
As I close my eyes and try to relax and prepare myself I can hear everything around me. I hear the announcer introducing me to the crowed. Last minute tips yelled out from my friends and trainers. Everyone was roaring with excitement. Not a quiet person in the place. The crowed yelling and encouraging me and everyone else to do their best. Horse feet and grunt surround me mostly. Their anticipation is too much and they cant stand still. I hear their feet prance and hop around as powerful blows from their nose burst flames almost. The squeaking of leather helps sooth me as the soft sound hums with every movement we make. As I take a deep breath of air I smell horses and their coat conditioners everywhere. I faint sniff of concession stand food lingers by and reminds me of how thirsty I am. My mouth dry as a dessert tastes of sandy dust caked in my mouth.
Every sense runs ramped. I could feel mine and faiths adrenaline pulsing through our bodies with amazing force. The hot sun not helping the heat from my stress. I feel the rope of my reins as I adjust them to my desired length. A few pieces of Faith long soft silky mane runs through my fingers. Her coat smooth and slick as ice. I feel the smooth felt of my black hat as I swipe once for good luck. As I take one last deep breath of meditation a sensation of relaxation rushes over me and I am ready to let her go.
The intensity runs so high a mix of nervousness and excitement my adrenalin shoots through my body with every pulse. But I also feel a confidence and soothing from Faith. She has never let me down and loves racing more than anything. Even though there is so much at stake I know I do it for the love of the game. You need to be able to do it for the passion it else you will never make it. So much passion that it bundles all of your feelings into one big mess of emotions. You must a tad bit of insanity to love this sport and keep coming back for more I must admit. But it is a feeling like no other. It is indescribable really. It is the most happy, honest, and true moment I can and will ever experience. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here. I can get away from the life, people, the world, it is just me and Faith, and that is all that matters. That is my moment.