
07/31/2025
8 years ago today, I was on my way to Mongolia for the world’s longest and wildest horse race — the Mongol Derby. 630 miles. 28 semi-feral horses. Zero cell service. And I knew after mile 50… I was not going to be competitive 😂
Between my legendary lack of direction and the challenge of picking fit horses off a line of 75, I spent the first 4.5 days riding solo, surviving and soaking it all in. At one point I gave my horse to help a struggling rider, ran out of water in the desert, and learned what real thirst feels like. Worth it.
Then I found Taylor Dolak in the distance — my riding buddy for 300+ miles. We got hit by hail and lightning, a horse collapsed under us (he was fine), and we still managed to ride 100 miles in one day. Unforgettable.
We galloped with wild herds, were shadowed by golden eagles, and slept to the sound of hundreds of hooves shaking the ground. I met kind, generous people who didn’t share a language but shared everything they had — especially their horses.
I got kicked, flipped on, bolted with, and still rode some of the most incredible horses I’ve ever known. The Derby broke me open in the best way. It led me to work with Mustangs… and even to my husband.
If something is calling you — even if it terrifies you — go. Just go. Ask questions later. Have a good attitude. Embrace the suck. Enjoy the ride. I’m sooo glad I did ❤️