Post by Snowflake on Jan 28, 2013 22:49:12 GMT -5
SUNSET CRUSADE WORKS FOR THE BREEDER'S CUP DIRT MILE
As she mounted on Sunset Crusade, Marissa had a sense of loss. This could well be the young stallion's last real workout, and the Breeder's Cup Dirt Mile his last race. He wasn't slowing down or anything - there just wasn't a lot of room in the racing string for older horses as the stable continued to grow, unfortunately. As Cruze quickened his pace to trot, she shook the thought from her mind. It wasn't like he was dying or something. Just ending one career to begin another. Maybe.
The media were still out in force, practically stalking the big names working out for the Breeder's Cup. Marissa couldn't wait to be finished with her workouts. She was sure she must look like crap by now - it was half past seven and she'd been up since four. Cruze was lapping the attention up though, his stride more a prance that a trot, his neck arched and his tail flowing like a banner behind him. Marissa smiled and rubbed his neck for a few moments, then nudged him on into canter, because going faster was the only way he was going to focus.
Cruze had had another successful year, although not as busy as last year. He'd won seven of sixteen starts
