The Kentucky Derby Is Saturday!

Blame it on those Trixie Belden books I read growing up. Blame it on Black Beauty. Blame it on My Friend Flicka.

Whatever the reason, I have loved horses since I was a little girl. Even as young as six years old, I begged my parents for a pony, long before I could read the books I mentioned.

In 2024, we traveled with friends to Lexington, Kentucky where we did some sight-seeing at the Kentucky Horse Park and Claiborne Farm, located just outside of Lexington. That is where the photo was taken, and what you see is me feeding a horse a peppermint–a horse worth millions of dollars.

I know many of you are into football and other team sports, and many of you enjoy watching golf and tennis (and pickle ball!). But the highlight of sports for me is The Kentucky Derby.

It wasn’t always that way. Sure, I loved movies like Seabiscuit and Secretariat (who is buried at Claiborne Farm, by the way), but other than a slight interest in the hats and dresses worn by the women attending the event, the race at Churchill Downs in Louisville was nothing significant.

Until a few years ago when my husband and I were watching the pre-race broadcast, and I was impressed by the beauty of the horses and enjoyed listening to their stories. I analyzed each as they made their way to the starting gate, and I told my husband which one I thought would win based upon my observation, nothing more. The one I selected was not favored, but…you guessed it, he won

That prompted me to do the same thing the next year. I analyzed based upon my observation only, and…yes, he won.

The next few years I picked a horse than won either first, second, or third.

No, I never placed a bet. I never plan to do that.

But it has become a personal challenge, competing with myself, which is my favorite type of competition. I am not competitive with others, but I’ve always been competitive with myself.

I don’t know if horse racing is humane or not, but I heard there are regulations and guidelines in place to protect the well-being of the horses. I hope so. I think they’re beautiful animals, and cruelty to any animal, beautiful or not, speaks volumes to me about someone’s character.

I haven’t ridden a horse in at least fifteen years, I don’t think, and I never had the opportunity to go horseback riding as often as I would have liked. So, like the wannabe athletes who enjoy watching the better athletes compete, I’ll watch and admire the amazing jockeys guide those powerful animals in a racing event like no other.

Hmmm…just thinking about the race has inspired me to see if I can find a movie like Dreamer or Secretariat to watch. I may go to Blake’s Southern Milling on Saturday for a Kentucky Hot Brown, although I’m not a huge fan of (but it’s like going to Philadelphia and eating an authentic Philly Cheesesteak sandwich, you know?).

Will I pick a winner this year? I’ll let you know!

Kentucky Derby weekend–anyone planning to try a Kentucky Hot Brown?

July 2024 at Claiborne Farm in Paris, Kentucky. I am feeding a peppermint to a retired race horse worth…wait for it…$85 million.

That’s right, $85 million. Just ten minutes prior to this I had fed a peppermint to his grandson worth $11 million.

I am not a proponent of the gambling involved with horse racing, but I do love the drama of the Derby, the build-up of talking about the horses, the two-minute race that keeps you on edge wondering if the horse you think will win actually does. And I love horses.

Last summer, some friends called to see if we wanted to make a quick trip to Lexington, Kentucky, with a stop at Abraham Lincoln’s birthplace and childhood home in Hodgenville, Kentucky. It was a great trip, one of those unexpected surprises when you really have no particular expectations and end up having a great time.

Claiborne Farm is a breeding farm and is the location of Secretariat’s grave. When a race horse’s career is over at a young age, he is then used for breeding. Our tour group was small with an in-person guide instead of the usual audio or iPad device, and we were able to ask questions as we walked from barn to barn. The walk was an easy one, nothing long or strenuous, and for a gal like me who longed to live on a ranch even into adulthood, it was extra special.

I learned that normally only three parts of the horse are buried–the head, the heart, and the hooves. In Secretariat’s case, though, the entire body was buried. We had seen the movie, but hearing about the famous racehorse prompted us to watch the movie again after we returned home and to pull up all three of his races that were a part of the Triple Crown on YouTube.

We also went to the Kentucky Horse Park where we saw more horses along with demonstrations, but the highlight for me was seeing the skeleton of Lexington, the horse on which Geraldine Brooks’s book Horse is based. Everyone knows that is my current favorite book. Like some of Lisa Wingate’s books, I listen to it at least once a year. I have blogged about it before, so go back to my previous blogs and look for a photo of Barry and me standing in front of a horse skeleton.

I told our friends that we would get together for the Derby in May 2025. I would make Kentucky Hot Browns, and we’d watch the race together. No, no large hats and no mint juleps and no wagering, but we’re going to do it. I’ve never made a Kentucky Hot Brown before, so this could be interesting.

And I’m going to share something about me. I seem to have an uncanny ability to pick the winners. My pics are often against what the odds makers say. No, I’m not going to post my picks so you can bet on a horse I think will win. But I want to see if my streak holds out. I don’t study the horses in advance. I just watch the preliminary information then watch each horse as the jockey rides it to the starting gate. That’s when I make my decision.

Will I be right this year? I’ll find out on Saturday. And even if I’m wrong, it will be a fun time with friends as we relive our fun trip and make new memories. You can’t beat that.