Tag Archives: Carleigh Fedorka

One of my students came up to me a few weeks ago and started listing her goals for the season. Being a goal oriented person myself, I was intrigued. Claire...

I woke up at 6am this morning and refused to leave my bed. It was a bitter 8 degrees outside in Lexington so instead I reached for my phone and...

Today, I am a confident rider because of a thoroughbred stallion named Empire Maker. I learned to love thoroughbred sport horses again because of Empire Maker. And I met Lindsey...

The life of a broodmare manager is not a glamorous one, which means that the life of the significant other to a broodmare manager isn’t either. Sun up to sundown...

I've led an interesting life. In just 30 short years I have experienced some of the highest of highs and lowest of lows. Recently, I've had the chance to speak...

I'm not a blueblood. At least not in the racing industry. My father was not a famous trainer. My mother did not own Secretariat. My brother has never tacked up...

When I was a small child I earned the nickname "Ramrod". My beloved Uncle Bob would giggle as he watched my evil pony attempt to unmount me time and time...

When I was fifteen, my trainer pulled my mother aside and recommended that I see a sports psychologist. She said I was a much more capable rider than I gave...

“He hit me again.” “Can you see this bruise?” “It wasn’t his fault, I was in his way.” These were the messages my girlfriends received most of the last two...

“Riding isn’t a sport,” the article reads. “YA? Well you try to control a 1200 lb horse with your pinkie,” the meme retorts. “Why doesn’t Valegro get the medal? He...

I went on vacation last week, and as a guilty pleasure, picked up one of my moms romance novels. It was titled “Love The One You’re With” by Emily Giffin,...

I got the text message last week. “Do you want to run barrels after you’re done judging the hunter show?” My friend Amy wrote. I was traveling back to my...

I can remember the woman striding towards me down the cement aisle way, the heels of her paddock boots clinking with each step. Her bright blue eyes squinting into the...

I got the text message Monday afternoon. I had known about the neglect case for quite some time as my good friend Carrie Gilbert had been in the thick of...

Last year's most intoxicating horse racing story not involving American Pharoah was that of the perfectly named and impossibly fast colt, Runhappy. As the 3-year-old piled up wins and smashed...

So an eventer, a dressage rider, and a hunter walk into a bar… Just kidding. It was only me, and I did walk into a bar, only the bar was...

I was emailed by the United States Equestrian Federation last week with an inquiry. Someone had filed a complaint into my amateur status and they were asking for a rebuttal....

Yesterday was the first show of the season for many of us here in Kentucky, the Paul Frazer Memorial Combined Test at the Kentucky Horse Park. The show has become...

A few months ago, dripping in sweat and battered and bruised, I came home and text messaged my best friend Meghan, telling her that I thought it was time to...