who must compete in rides of up to 160 kilometres over demanding terrain of mountains and desert.
But Frankie Francis fell in love with her unusual blaze and her trusting eye. Could Goldie take
her to the winner’s podium, where other horses had failed?
At the age of forty-something, Frankie started a journey that led her to the heart of the sport of
endurance riding. She discovered that it satisfied her need for competition, for the companionship of
horses and for adventure. But at what cost?
As she entered her middle years, arthritis set in. By then she’d become addicted to the adrenaline
rush of the winning tape. Her joints were degenerating, but she refused to give up.
She had first one and then a second hip replaced. Medication could keep the pain at bay, but what she couldn’t foresee, or avoid, was a freak accident that tested her courage and her resolve to the utmost.’