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Rodeo Mamas Corral, Twin Falls, ID (2025)

For those who don't know me, I am a breakaway roper, rodeo enthusiast and personal trainer. While I hadn't competed in several years because of a devastating pelvic injury in 2016; in 2022 I returned to the roping box and I'm absolutely LOVING the butterflies as I back into the box again. Along with being a rodeo athlete, I’m a team roper’s wife, hot walker, and barrel racing mom (who’s really hop

ing her cowgirls start roping and goat tying-because I know very little about barrels and I cringe every time they take a corner�). I also hold the title of teacher, cook, maid, snack carrier, driver, secretary, horse doctor, drink getter, personal trainer and movement coach. � � � � � �
I guess you could say I have my hands in a little bit of everything. My husband can confirm that I'm one step away from the edge of the cliff of insanity. �

I started movement coaching because after my injury in 2016, I was left feeling helpless, depressed and broken. Multiple doctors told me that I would never ride or rope again, and my life became incredibly miserable. � Luckily for me-a new friend introduced me to restorative movement where I found healing. � Along with healing, I also found more strength and balance than I've ever had before, and an increased confidence on my horse-despite not riding for almost 4 years. � This lead me to hundreds of hours of research to uncover how I could help other rodeo women unlock their potential through "slightly unconventional" fitness training. And just like that-my personal training and movement coaching programs were born! �

I hope that I can share helpful exercises, every day habits and other tips to help you move more efficiently, gain better balance, increase your strength and outride the competition!

11/17/2024

The funny thing about anxiety, true anxiety, is that you can be totally fine one minute and go into complete panic mode the next.

Your breathing speeds up.

Your heart races.

Your vision blurs.

Your brain almost stops working.

You’re not sure why, but your eyes are wet and everything feels impossible.

Then the freeze happens and you can’t make any decisions, can’t remember what you’re even doing and you are so overwhelmed that you just want to go back to bed, or not get up to begin with.

After all that, the guilt of not getting anything done hits. For hours, days, sometimes even weeks later.

You’re able to pull yourself out of it eventually, but the cycle repeats itself regularly.

It’s exhausting.

The people around us, really make or break us in these moments. And I’m happy I have the support I need to make it through.

11/08/2024

I used to be embarrassed by my hands. They’re calloused. Dirty. Rough.

I once had a boyfriend that told me he couldn’t stand holding my hand because they felt like “man hands” then insisted I used lotion more often. Needless to say-our relationship didn’t last long.

These hands may be “manly” but they are the hands of a woman who won’t give up.

They are the hands of a loving wife and caring mother.

These hands rope cattle, plant gardens, knead bread, and wipe the tears from my children’s faces.

These hands have helped haul hay, cut logs, held sleeping babies, reassured friends through long embraces, and held my husband until he told me to stop.

These hands have allowed me to work, play, eat, and love.

These hands tell my story-and I will never be ashamed of them.

10/28/2024

Today I caught myself feeling jealous as I was scrolling through social media and saw several highlight reels from friends about their weekend at the ropings.

I felt jealous of the girls getting to the pay window. Jealous of the ones who are accomplishing more than me but haven’t put in as much time or work as I have. Jealous of the ones who have always had the financial and emotional support and take it for granted. Jealous that someone had the exact same business plan and is implementing it before “I had the chance.” I felt a rush of panic for a while about how far behind I am. I felt it for a while as I struggled to breathe with tears almost falling from my eyes.

But then I took a deep breath and remembered that we are not on the same journey. My journey is not theirs. Their journey is not mine. My journey is mine alone. And I’m not ahead nor behind anyone else. My challenges are unique to me. My success is unique to me. There’s enough room for all of us. I can cheer for others’ wins, congratulate them for being a badass, and be a badass myself. Their success does not take away from mine. In fact-as we make connections and come together with like minded people, we add to one another’s wins.

So today, I’m going to celebrate their wins, along with my own successes. Today that includes making caramel popcorn, feeling the love of God, baking cookies with my youngest, my ability to rope the dummy, getting a nap, making a bomb dinner from homemade ingredients, and getting to kiss my love goodnight. Today, I choose to find joy in the little successes and to feel the excitement in my own journey through this crazy thing we call “life.”

05/12/2024

My kids know me well! 😝

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