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"Good things take time, but not when you keep running...
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Zak
I was so proud of my girl. Even though I was ignorant when it came to her passion of rodeo, I was eager to learn just because of her. On our first full day at the fairgrounds, I spent a lot of time with Tori in her trailer while she worked her normal job on Friday morning, and it was so exciting to watch her transform into the rodeo star that I knew she was going to be – more than she already was. The only thing she hated was that she wasn't allowed to ride in the competition with a war bridle, something she preferably rode Arson in, so she went for a bit-less bridle instead.
I think she said it was called a hackamore or something.
I'm still learning horse lingo, okay?
On Friday night, she came in second during the barrel race with a 16.39 second run, and I believe that she would've come in first place if she rode Arson in the barrel race, but she rode Dallas this time.
On Saturday night, my girl came in first place, setting a new arena record for the barrel race with a 16.01 second run and a 1.8 second run in the breakaway roping.
When the excitement from Saturday night died down, she wanted to celebrate her successful weekend at Denny's, which was the only restaurant that was open after midnight around us.
And of course, I wasn't going to turn down a quiet dinner at a 24/7 restaurant while we both smelled like leather and horses. Even though I was a clean guy, I didn't mind being dirty and "roughing it" in Tori's vocabulary. Honestly, I was having a really good time when a deep part of me dreaded it because it was all new to me. "What're you going to eat, sweetie?" I asked, looking at her from across the table.
"Denny's always has the best food for the middle of the night," She sighed. "But I can't decide if I want dinner or breakfast."
"I'm going to get breakfast. Get whatever your little heart desires."
"Oh, I'm going to," She giggled. "I'm buying tonight. The horses won't mind if I use the money I won for their treat fund to buy our dinner."
"No, you're not," I arched my brow at her. "How'd you sleep last night?"
