I moan and try to cover my head with my pillow.
“Oh no you don’t. Wake up its show day!” Lacey yells. How anyone can be peppy at four in the morning is beyond me.
“We don’t show until afternoon.” I groan. “Yes, but we have trail practice at six. So get up lazy bones.” Lacey says and tosses me a pop tart from the kitchen area.
“Breakfast of champions?” I ask. “You know it. Get ready. I’ll see you down at the barn.”
I’m thankful for the peace and quiet. I contemplate sinking back into my bed for a few more minutes of sleep but I think better of it and get up instead.
Trail practice went perfectly and I even got to sneak back to the trailer for a quick nap before I had to show in the afternoon. Horse shows are a lot of hurry up and wait. When the trail class finally got under way I was happy I drew the last spot to go in the class. Lacey of course had drawn the first spot. Lacey’s go was phenomenal and I knew it was going to be the one to beat.
