Mud Run

This July, I will be going down to Massachusetts with 18 other women to compete in the Dirty Girl Mud Run. This event is for women only and all of the money raised goes to supporting research for breast cancer. This is a 5 to 7 mile race through an obstacle course in the mud. I am so excited to do this because not only am I getting a ton of exercise and getting muddy, I'm doing it for a good cause so that makes it all worth it. :-)

Sammy

This horses name is Sammy. He was afraid to be ridden because his past owner hit him whenever he didn't do what they wanted. I recently have began to make a relationship with Sammy and built up trust with him. Though he was very afraid and jumpy this day when I rode him for the first time, he let me ride him and did everything I asked. After I was done riding him, we could see a change in his mood, he was happy. He knew that he was finally in a safe place with people that he could trust.

I just don't understand how anyone could hurt such a sweet, innocent animal that just wants nothing but to be loved. It broke my heart knowing that at first, he was afraid that I was going to hurt him. But now that I have gained his trust, it has opened up a whole new chapter in his life and he will begin to be an amazing horse to ride.

Women and Revolution

After finishing Book II of A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, I have come to a conclusion about women during the French Revolution. At first they were depicted as innocent, sweet beings who did nothing all day but knit. Well, this imaged changed drastically when Madame Defarge whips out her ax and just goes at everything in sight. To me, though she may have a little on the too violent side, this was how women should have responded to this type of situation back then. They shouldn't have just sat around like victims, doing nothing about the situation. They should be by their husbands sides supporting and protecting their families and themselves. I sort of look up to Madame Defarge in a way because of her bravery and her actions. She wasn't the typical woman  during that time and stood up for what she believed in and for what she wanted. This is what I imagine Madame Defarge looks like: