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I share my story and others to help rodeo mamas know they aren’t alone and feel supported thru community. Hello! I'm Nikki, and I am so glad you found me!

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!

04/11/2025

Why Joe?

3 years ago, I took a chance. I had just gotten back into roping and saw a flyer for a Joe Beaver clinic. I was terrified, but made a call. Unfortunately, the clinic was full.

Less than a week before the clinic, I got a text that a place had opened up and they wanted to know if I was still interested.

I took it immediately.

That clinic I threw up I was so nervous. I got frustrated. I cried. And I almost gave up.

But something connected that weekend with Joe, and I’ve never looked back.

He’s a mentor and coach, but he’s become a friend, a part of my inner circle.

There are no words to how Joe makes me (and others) feel. He has a way with words and a way of instructing that makes you believe in yourself. He lifts you up while he’s building you.

There’s other great teachers out there, but Joe will always have a special place in my heart.

Joe-Thank you for coaching me, caring about me and believing in me!

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! 😝

11/26/2023

Germany day 3, again. (This day was PACKED and we got in over 20,000 steps that day).

Hamburg harbor boat tour. Simply AMAZING, because there are no other words for it.

11/24/2023

Germany day 3. Hamburg. Trains (they went on strike after this so we were on busses for the remainder of the trip), cathedrals, and cobblestone streets. 😍

09/10/2023

Two years ago, a wildfire burned 90,000 acres in the hills closest to me. It was devastating to the land, the animals and everyone in the area.

Today, as we drove up the mountain side to cut firewood for the winter, I couldn’t help but feel sad that so much was destroyed and that my kids will likely never remember what it looked like before the disaster.

But despite the destruction, I also noticed that there’s life. Lots of life. Between the ashy trunks there’s new grasses, tiny wildflowers, bushes starting to emerge, insects buzzing, squirrels squeaking and birds chirping. There’s also the occasional deer, moose, and elk that roams the hillsides or drinking from a tiny creek. And while we were cutting the old wood, I kept tripping over new tree seedlings-thousands of them-that showed me just how much is recovering.

The fact is, these trees-the lodgepole pine-cannot drop their seeds unless the cones reach a temperature of over 135 degrees. Our weather fortunately does not reach temperatures that would allow the seeds to release by weather alone.

Meaning-fires HAVE to happen in order for the trees to sprout and start new life.

They have to be burned in order to continue their lifecycle.

Their end is also their beginning.

I’ll let you take whatever life lesson you need from that, but I hope you’ll find the opportunity to grow-even when you’re being scorched.

09/05/2023

I’m making the girls’ lunches for tomorrow and given that I never had cold lunches at school (we were on the free lunch program and I always wanted Lunchables with a Caprisun and cosmic brownie but had to eat whatever the cafeteria had) I got excited and made a Pinterest worthy lunch.

My husband looks at the girls and says, “you have the best mom in the whole world! Look at those lunches.”

They walk away and he shouts, “just remember: this is only day 1. I bet this lasts 2 weeks!”

Lance Nelson just over here dropping truth bombs.

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

08/18/2023

Self care is often talked about in mom circles, but what does that mean to you? What do you do for YOU?

08/17/2023

We made it. Barely. 😅

07/23/2023

To the rodeo husband who takes a step back from competition so his wife can go to hers-she’ll try to explain, but you’ll never fully understand how much it means to her.

To the husband who makes sure the truck is full of diesel and the trailer is in good condition-she’ll say “thank you,” but those words will never fully describe how truly grateful she is.

To the man who feeds the horses every morning so his lady can keep sleeping-she may not say it enough, but she appreciates it every single day.

To the cowboy who saddles the horses at the rodeo and makes sure his cowgirl is ready to run-she may not tell you, but those acts make her fall in love all over again.

To the husband who talks to his wife and tells dad jokes to calm her nerves-she’ll roll her eyes, but she never wants you to stop.

To the roping husband who pushes her calves-you’re a super hero in her eyes. She couldn’t do it without you.

To the man who pays her entry fees and doesn’t bat an eye when she throws it away-she’ll try to show you how much it means to her, but she’ll never be able to fully express it.

To the husband who is willing to haul her from rodeo to rodeo and never questions “why?”-she pinches herself every night because she can’t believe she’s living the dream.

To the cowboy who allows her to chase her dreams and stands behind her every second of the day-she’ll try to show it, but will fall short every time; she loves you more than you’ll ever know.

*Dedicated to Lance Nelson-who is does of these things and more. I couldn’t do it without you and while I don’t always say it-I love and appreciate you more than words can say.

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