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Post by Sam on Jul 16, 2009 21:08:20 GMT -5
Horse The True Nut
Jockey Sam Lettington
Purpose Exercise and getting ready for Little Miss Innocent Memorial Stakes Y7*
The fiery filly had finally calmed to her normal self. She was still feisty and bratty, but she was my Nut. I wouldn't change her and her antics.
Black silk legs moved in pairs of twos. Two-toned knees buckled and came high. Hard hooves sprung high. The short cut grass bent down and swayed to the impact. Nares stretched wide in pure excitement.
With a small movement, the filly was cantering. Her steady rocking body comforted me, though I had to stay on guard. Nut was known to simply try and take off if you didn't watch her. She either slowly sped up or she simply bolted. Simple fact was, the filly loved to run.
Around the track we cantered. Her three beated gait staying even and constant. Finally we circled back. We faced the correct way now and as we passed the seven furlong marker, I let some of the filly go.
She took what I gave her with a greedy attitude. She flew forwards, her mouth pulling against the bit as if she longed for more control and more speed. She knew not to fight though. She learned not to fight quickly. She was a good girl.
With a smile I held her. She soon found her speed and kept her tempo, always asking for more but never demanding it. Not yet at least. I knew if I didn't let her run her heart out on the stretch there would be hell to pay.
Around the corner we flew. Our bodies angled towards the rail, hooves dug deep into the turf, gaining traction and speed. She started to demand for the release. But I would wait a small while. If I let her go so soon she wouldn't keep that sprint to the wire.
More then half way around the corner, I let her loose. Her legs flew wide and her hooves dug deep. With snorting breathes she picked up the speed, abrupt at first then gradual from there. It kept building up, growing faster and faster.
I kept up with her as best I could. My hands kept with her. A small contact but constant. I couldn't loose it or else she may stray to the side. Though the truth was, I trusted the filly to keep the course and not be silly. The one thing she was actually serious about.
The wire passed over us in a unrecognizable blur.
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