Yesterday was Friday the 13th, and we ran a fun contest on our Facebook page about superstitions. It got me thinking about some of my own strange rituals and habits at the horse shows…and I definitely have a few. Now before I divulge my dirty little secrets, I must preface by saying I’ve always been taught that you make your own luck. It really doesn’t matter what shirt you are wearing or how many times you brush your horse’s tail before you show, it is what it is. Obviously these lessons didn’t stick, as I have developed over the years a plethora of superstitious behaviors and habits that some may say border on obsessive compulsive. However, in my irrational mind, these rational acts are instrumental to my success and/or failure in the show pen. I hope you can sense the sarcasm in these words. I am completely aware that it’s crazy, but just let me go on with my crazy self. Here is a sample of a few of the secrets to my success. Feel free to borrow them if you wish. Wink, wink.
Well, I think I’ve given away enough of my secrets for one day. I don’t even want to get into where to sit as a spectator or what bathroom stalls to use. I have to keep some things for myself. Now mind you, I have done these things and marked 75s and 76s. And just as many times I’ve completed all my necessary tasks and lost cows, hot quit, nearly fallen off, switched cows….You get the picture. My strange superstitions really don’t make a darn bit of difference, and I know it. But in a sport filled with things out of my control, they make me feel just a tiny bit of peace as I walk past that timeline, and maybe that’s all I need. Hope your Friday the 13th was a lucky one!
-McKenzie