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Post by Sam on Jul 5, 2009 22:53:29 GMT -5
Horse No Snow Angel
Jockey Sam Lettington
Purpose Was going to be workout for Eagle Cup. Then remembered that Max is jockeying XP Jockey changed to Sam. Workout for Eagle Cup.
The wiggly colt squirmed in frustration when I made him trot around the track. The moon-washed colt just wanted to let it all out. In the past few races he has really shown his stuff. He seemed to have finally found his stride in the racing world.
He snorted and his head went up. I held tight and waited for his tantrum to end. It only took moments before his head went down and he waited, unhappily and frustrated of course.
We have already trotted for several minutes and now would be the perfect time to reward him for his patients. With a small kiss and a small hold on my lower leg, he cantered off. His canter was steady and rhythmical. One, two, three... One, two, three... One, two, three... I breathed, counting the beats to make sure he didn't try and sneak some speed in. He was typically pretty good about keeping his cool.
After a half track of canter, I came to the six furlong pole. As we passed it, I edged into position and let him go. He didn't hesitated or pause as he started his gallop down the backstretch, already almost to the turn onto the stretch.
The wiggle in his gallop was there as usual. It was difficult to get use to, but once you raced him enough the wiggle seemed to turn into background noise but you always noticed it when you started off. His gallop was as steady as ever. I wish I had brought another horse to practice pressuring with. Perhaps I shall later. Max could use it.
Around the corner we went, his pace never increasing like normal horses who grew excited about finally being able to sprint down the stretch. Jelly was never patient but he knew to keep his cool, especially in a race. (Though today he was by himself.)
Finally the stretch opened up. Now the colt exploded with his stored energy. With rushed breathes and swift legs, we sprinted down the stretch. He raced against his imaginary competitors, pulling a head quickly and keeping the lead.
The wire flew over our heads in a matter of racing heartbeats.
If only there was a horse we could compare to, I mused before deciding finally. I was going to get this horse some competition.
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