One year ago today I scrounged together $1,000 and brought the biggest beast I’ve ever owned home.
Two years ago, in June of 2016, I screamed my 20 to 1 longshot to victory down the homestretch of Emerald Downs, completely unaware that Raglan was cruising along at the back of the pack. Was my presence at the racetrack that day part of some great cosmic twist of fate? I like to think so.
Looking back, I don’t recognize the person that I was when I purchased Raglan. The fears that I had have been replaced with so much joy, and everyday he reminds me not only of what a competent rider I am, but that deep down I am strong and brave. He’s helped me find the person that I used to be, the one that picked the biggest horse in the barn and always wanted to ride longer, harder, faster, better.
Raglan has improved a lot, too. The difference between the horse he was during our first few rides together and the horse he is today is almost inconceivable. I take so much pride in how all of those little daily improvements have stacked up to make him into the horse he is now.
I’ll admit to having a somewhat cavalier attitude when I bought Raglan last year. He was cheap, tall, handsome, athletic… I knew that if it didn’t work out I could just sell him for three times his purchase price and be done with it. But now a year has passed and I don’t really think about contingency plans anymore.
It’s looking likely that Raglan is going to be with me for a very long time.