Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2012 10:26:25 GMT -5
The competition was more than a little tough. Nine runners, and six of them were good, consistent sprinters. Only one could win, and only three could walk away with prize money. As a three year old, Bella was one of the youngest on the field, but she was a great racehorse, and she had proved herself to be among the best multiple times this year. Age did not phase her, and there was no White Chocolate to worry about this year. Instead, her main worries came from the likes of Pegasus Wings, Windbreaker and Here's The King. Older, experienced racehorse with amazing records and in the higher grades. She could take them though, Tanya believed in her.
The black filly was focussed and alert. With no other horses on the track, she was not freaking out either which meant they could really focus on a short warm up before the workout - something Tanya tried to do with all of her rides in oder to prevent injury. As she moved in her fluent way, the filly seemed to be more than responsive to her jockey's requests, and that was surely due to the bond that had built between them since the filly's arrival at the stable.
With the workout over, Tanya nodded at Lucas, one of the handlers who had come down to the track with her, who came and took hold of the nose band and Bella's bridle. The mare snorted, tossing her head indignantly, but followed him toward the gates. Soon, her fun would begin. Soon, they would be tearing up the track as if nobody was watching. Except they were, Matthias and Jacob were in the stands. gating was an easy thing, the filly behaving well, and all it took was Lucas leading the filly in, tapping her black ass and closing the shutters behind her. Now the workout could really begin.
As soon as the gates opened, the black filly burst out onto the track. Her pace was quick, but not rushed, and the determination of the jockey seemed to be rubbing off on the mount as they surged forwards. Each stride was powerful and well placed, she remained away from the rail and her eye was set forwards. On the track. Tanya could imagine them running near the front of the group during the race, the black mare beneath her moving onwards and pressing hard.
Two furlongs to go and Tanya let rip. She cracked the crop hard against the filly's rump and drove her hard. She sped up, fighting and their increase in speed felt amazing for very few front runners could do it. They surged forwards and passed the post at a good spped. Tanya was beaming. Bring it on!
The black filly was focussed and alert. With no other horses on the track, she was not freaking out either which meant they could really focus on a short warm up before the workout - something Tanya tried to do with all of her rides in oder to prevent injury. As she moved in her fluent way, the filly seemed to be more than responsive to her jockey's requests, and that was surely due to the bond that had built between them since the filly's arrival at the stable.
With the workout over, Tanya nodded at Lucas, one of the handlers who had come down to the track with her, who came and took hold of the nose band and Bella's bridle. The mare snorted, tossing her head indignantly, but followed him toward the gates. Soon, her fun would begin. Soon, they would be tearing up the track as if nobody was watching. Except they were, Matthias and Jacob were in the stands. gating was an easy thing, the filly behaving well, and all it took was Lucas leading the filly in, tapping her black ass and closing the shutters behind her. Now the workout could really begin.
As soon as the gates opened, the black filly burst out onto the track. Her pace was quick, but not rushed, and the determination of the jockey seemed to be rubbing off on the mount as they surged forwards. Each stride was powerful and well placed, she remained away from the rail and her eye was set forwards. On the track. Tanya could imagine them running near the front of the group during the race, the black mare beneath her moving onwards and pressing hard.
Two furlongs to go and Tanya let rip. She cracked the crop hard against the filly's rump and drove her hard. She sped up, fighting and their increase in speed felt amazing for very few front runners could do it. They surged forwards and passed the post at a good spped. Tanya was beaming. Bring it on!