was beautiful: a dappled, dark brown coat and rippling muscles to match.
it was the mischievous sparkle in her eyes that caused most of my adolescent
anxiety – a sparkle that kept me constantly guessing whether Cintara was going
to buck me off or march around the competition ring like a seasoned champion. As my best friend in equine form, riding Cintara
was like being in the presence of a military drillmaster with the finicky flare
of a teenager. My admiration for her
beauty and ability was only matched by my fear of her power.
a doubt, beautifully controlled chaos could take a rapid turn for disaster at
But through it all, I saw our potential. Her unpredictability began to feed my adrenaline. Cintara's raw talent and wild heart commanded
my discipline and respect. With our tireless
work, unrelenting attitudes, and shared humility, Cintara and I became the
insurmountable athletes that I knew we could be.
ribbons and trophies are collecting dust in the basement, but the lessons from
my strictest teacher remain freshly polished in my heart. Where others see impossibility, I will see
opportunity. Where others see
challenges, I will understand the power of determination.
Cintara, you stubborn horse, I will never give up. I will always be a cowgirl.