I remember the first day I fell in love with horse racing. I don't remember the first time I fell in love with horses, that goes back too far. All I know is that I was eight years old and watched Thunder Gulch win the Kentucky Derby and decided then and there that I was going to be a jockey. At eighteen I pretty much ran away to Kentucky, got lucky, and landed a job with a major international racing stable with no experience.
For whatever reason, it worked. I did become a jockey. I rode my first race at Churchill Downs, I traveled the world. I got hurt (MANY times), I became sick from the weight restrictions, I made the most perfect friends and the worst enemies. Then three years in, I fell in love with this ridiculous grey beastie and came to peace with the reality that... I. Could Not. Do This. Any. More.
Grey horse came from a trainer I rode regularly for, and went to farm which belonged to an owner I rode race for as well. I was warned off from him initially by the jockey who rode him in races but the moment I sat on him for the first time I knew he was mine.
His registered name was Delux Deelite, he was an almost white five-year-old gelding when I met him, he won his last race ever and I was the first to sit on him since his official retirement. He squealed, bucked, and bounced around the shed row of his barn at the track, dragging me but maintaining a lovely frame and throwing his legs out like a fancy dressage horse.
I named him Lux immediately.
This is our diary of our new adventure together. I'm not sure where we are going but I see a few events this spring...