Cowgirl Diaries: Tana Renick -- Tames Wild Manes by Day, Wild Mares by Night

True cowboys and cowgirls are hard to find, but not at the Houston Rodeo. Life on the road leads them here this time every year for the biggest rodeo in the world, where they'll ride and wrangle livestock for cash and glory. Each day, Hair Balls will spotlight one person with enough dirt on their boots to call themselves a cowboy -- and mean it.

Name: Tana Renick Age: 36 Hometown: Kingston, Oklahoma Event: Barrel racer

I've been barrel racing since I was nine years old. Honestly, I was four or five years old and I seen it on TV one day. I remember saying, "I want to do that."

When I'm not rodeoing, I'm a hairdresser by trade. And I train two or three colts a year and sell them for income.

My worst injury happened in March 2009. I broke both my arms and my little girl was just over a year old, still in diapers. I had been riding my horse about a year, he just blew up bucking. He got the reins over his head, and I tried to get off of him. I hit the concrete driveway and landed on my chin. It busted open. Honest to God, I don't know how my arms broke. I didn't stick them out there because I broke a wrist a few years before. I must have weaker bones than I thought. I take lots of calcium now, I'll tell you that.

Being a mom and a cowgirl is very hard. The hardest part is being gone and leaving her at home, because I can't afford to pay someone to go with me to watch her. I'm fortunate enough here to have a friend with me so she got to come...Last night I won the round, and it was even more sweet because my little girl came running towards the parking lot going, "Mama, Teddy did good!" My horse is named Teddy's XV Wild Child, but we call her Teddy.

My craziest story was here in 2006. It was my rookie year, and I came here for my first run. My horse just ran off all over the pen. It was horrible. I remember I went back up the ramp, and when I got up to the top, one of the girls was here -- the seasoned vets that come here all the time. She looked at me and she said, "Welcome to the RodeoHouston."

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