It seems that all little girls go through the ‘horse lover’ phase… or at least want a pony.   Apparently I am still a little girl at heart who just needed to hear about one more great horse to get hooked anew.

And since I can’t conceive of anyone NOT being interested in equine events, I will blather on.

The Preakness was today. Big Brown brought it home. Way ahead of the pack. He had barely begun his race when it was all over. This win is the ‘second jewel’ in his Triple Crown winnings. His next and last stop to win the crown is The Belmont. If he takes that race, he will be the first Triple Crown winner in thirty years. Wow. People get excited about breaking their high school’s athletic records. I can appreciate and root for that, but this is infinitely cooler. (Sorry, Randy… Tim…etc)

How on edge everyone involved in this horse must be. If he had not already won the first two, there would not be as much pressure to win the last. Now that he is so close, there is anticipation… hope… maybe fear that he will be yet another ‘near miss’? I’m not saying there SHOULD be fear. He’s a pretty awesome animal.  Perhaps it would not be remiss to also note the thrill that would occur should a horse OTHER than Big Brown take the purse.  I’m sure his owner/trainer/jockey would be dancing on the track in glee.

In honor of my new four legged favorite (I generally like underdogs, but you have to respect such excessive excellence… he’s being compared to Secretariat even!), I’ve been reading about Biscuit. Mainly because that’s a horse book I hadn’t read yet. And I found it cheap at Goodwill.

Yes, everybody likes the movie, even I. Nevertheless, you should understand that, as per usual, they had to cut a few things out and fudge a little on time lines and events to make it work in two hours. The book is better. Everybody liked the Biscuit because of his attitude. He was fast, but it was the horse himself and his story, not just the speed, that made him a favorite. A fast horse doesn’t always win, after all. He stunk in the beginning. Not because he couldn’t, but because he wouldn’t. See? Fast. Not winning. Once his trainer got his head screwed on straight, he pulled through every time. I love that story. Great story.

Switching to a more popular book, interesting how Paul refers to our lives as a race. Many non-horse people can name at least a single horse that won the Triple Crown or otherwise stood out their entire career like Seabiscuit, but most – even die hard horse lovers – can’t tell you about horses that looked great in their first few races and then faded away.. unless they betted on them. Then I suppose they’d remember. All analogies break down, you understand.

Many people that start their lives out winning, can’t seem to handle a loss. They lose their ‘game face’ and coast along in the back of the pack for the rest of their racing days. They just want to follow the good guys to the finish line. No more desire to excel.

Many people who start their lives out losing can’t seem to buck up enough to run well. It’s like perfectionism.  I can’t make it perfect so why try. 

I seem to notice a trend, however, that those who start out losing and start winning continue working and usually finish strong once they start winning. I find few who start out winning, recover after a significant problem and go on to finish their career well.

{If you followed that, you’re amazing.}

So don’t fade, Big Brown. Set an example for the humans around you to live well their whole career. And don’t retire too early either. And demand that local stations carry your races so I can watch them.

Thus ends the ‘whacked out’ and highly limited analogy.