On Monday night it was horrible, there were flood warnings everywhere and tornado warnings as well. Tuesday, we made sure Angel got out of her stall and then we went swimming. Wednesday was the trot out day. I made Angel all pretty and braided up. We did our trot out and everything was fine. Once we finished trot outs we shaved her neck to make her cool better.
Thursday was the day of the competition. I woke up at 5 so I would be ready for 6:30. I warmed Angel up and the race began. Around 6.5 miles I started feeling something, but I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it or not; so I kept going, but didn’t push her. At about 8 miles I knew there was something wrong, so I got off and started walking/running beside her. I got into the trot past and unfortunately got pulled. Angel got taken back in the treatment trailer and put on 20L of fluids. She was fine after that so we put her in a paddock and got ready to catch any pee for tie up testing. We put her in her stall at 5 and went to the pool to cool down. Today was just not my day; I jumped into the pool and started shaking uncontrollably. I figured I probably had heat stroke, so I got out and went into our RV to have a rest and have food. We went back later in the night to check on Angel and she was fine.
I woke up Friday morning with a call from my mom saying Best Condition was happening “they are headed down now” she said as I replied half asleep still “ok? Is Emma there? Wait who’s in the trailer? Oh there’s Emma! Why did they change the time of BC?” We did make it for BC just as the first horse was ready to walk in the ring.
Friday we were trying to figure out when we were going to leave. Finally we decided that the competitor’s party probably wasn’t the first thing on our list to go see. So we left Saturday morning instead of Sunday morning. We got to our rest stop at 8 Saturday night and figured out that our room had been booked for someone else. We got the problem solved by staying in the property owner’s living trailer. We ordered pizza and drinks for supper, our order: “hi, can we get a medium pizza with two cokes and one sprite.” They sent three big bottles that were two liters each. “We will never die of thirst, just of diabetes” said Emma. We got home around 6 Sunday evening and were all very thankful to be in the country and sleeping in our own beds. A big thanks goes out to both of my grooms, Emma Webb and my mom for helping with everything down in Kentucky and also up here in Ontario.