Sprint Away

Mia's comeback had not been half bad. After several months off of the track in order to mature she had returned to the turf sprinting scene in style with a second place in her first time out. It seemed that the team's hard work to improve the filly had gone down well, and that she really had matured in her time away from the track. Which was a good thing, considering she had been quite the immature little filly before she had been taken off of the track. With patience and training, she had come out of the other side a stronger filly and it was because of this improvement that the stable had decided to take the move to enter her into the Breeder's Cup. It did not matter where she placed, this was just a test of her skills as well as a reward to the team for their time and patience with the filly.

The bay youngster was eager and alert, her dark eyes glinting as she was led out onto the turf track, her jockey Jacob already mounted and a look of determination in his eyes. Their good result in their last race had filled him with a strength and determination, and he would give this race his all. So would the filly, and the short work they had planned for today would likely give her a boost in chances against the competition. Even if the likelihood that she would win against Spitting Image were slim, she could stand a chance against Sugar Jayde and it was this filly that Jake really hope they could beat.

The filly pulled her head up slightly as they moved onto the turf, her audits perked. Her tassel cracked at her rump and she seemed to have that desire within her once more. The desire to run... The desire to win. It was great to know the filly was as eager as her jockey and today they would be galloping a two furlong stretch at full speed, hoping to increase her speed ready for the five-furlong sprint that they would face at the Cup. Jacob rose in his stirrups, and nodded at Lucas, the handler, who released his grip on the reins. With only a slight urge from Jacob, the filly was off.

Jacob pushed her, and he pushed her hard, urging her to run quickly and she did just that. She was covering the ground at high speed, each stride powering them that bit closer to their goal. The wind was harsh, the turf a little soft beneath them and it looked like more rain was on the way - something Jake certainly did not want to be caught in. Thunder clapped and he shook his head, pushing her a little more. Mia really threw herself into it, not disturbed by the weather but encouraged by her jockey's actions.

Jacob imagined them pushing hard down the last few furlongs of the race, the battle which would ensue between then three contenders. In his mind, Mia pushed forwards and nosed the win and although he knew it reality this was unlikely he could dream. Plus, the underdog sometimes came out on top, all you had to do was look at Mona the previous year to see that. As they sped past the post Jacob felt excitement jolt through his system. It was so close now, and he had high hopes.