Post by Dante on Oct 25, 2011 18:20:24 GMT -5
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DEVIL'S CRUSADE
workout with
TOBIAS LANCASTER[/b]
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Mass times velocity equals momentum. At least, in physics; and at least as far as Tobias had been told. He'd never taken physics in high school. Momentum to him was the motion of a hooves of a horse, and not letting the fire kindled die. And right now? Tobias was confident that Devil's Crusade had the heat, now he just needed the fire. The race upcoming was seven furlongs on turf - the same distance as the race Crux had just shown in, and the same distance his last workout had been on, a distance right in the middle of his range. Now it was time to beat out the imperfections and really get moving. It was time to get things perfected; and with any luck, Crux would end up in the winner's circle.
Even if the race was at an ungodly hour, too. Tobias didn't even remember the last time he got more than five hours of sleep in one sitting in last month as he hopped on Crux, the sunrise just beginning. Why did he have to get scheduled all the odd hours? He let out a sigh as he eased himself onto the back of the black colt, who pranced a little out of eagerness. At least one of the two of them was not a zombie. With little prompting, Crux broke into an easy working trot as they headed over the turf and to the gate. The cool autumn air blew into Tobias' face, waking him up completely by the time they reached the gates, where a note was waiting. It read:
"Hurry up, I want to go nap.
- Connor Kingsley ~ PHS"
"Don't we all?" The miniature jockey grumbled at the note, reached over Crux's side and pulling the sticky note from the metal post, before being loaded into the gate. Tobias wasn't sure where to put the note now, and not being a litterbug, stuffed it down a boot. Crux tried to turn his head to see what Tobias was doing, but couldn't in the confines of the gate. That was for the best, anyways. No use distracting his mind from the goal at hand.
A quick glance to the side of the track told him the location of Connor, and that he was also smoking, as indicated from the quick flare of a lighter. A moment later (presumably when Connor was puffing away) the gates sprung open, and Crux with them. Now it was all about keeping a steady pace until two-thirds through. Crux's style was to run with the pack until the last little bit, and that was what they were going to do in this 'play-pretend' run.
Tobias could feel the black colt pull and tug, wanting to go faster a no one was there, but he held him back and held him steady. There'd be plenty of time for breaking ahead later on. The horse protested a bit, pulling some more, but Tobias settled him into the inside, keeping a careful tab on how he felt. Each hoof landed independently, and call him nuts, but Tobias could almost feel that. His face was etched with determination and concentration. Everything felt good; the colt was running solidly, and he'd been very consistent in his races, and workouts, but one wrong move and it could go to waste. This wasn't a pleasure ride. It was training.
The duo took the curve well, and Tobias let Crux stay on the outside at this point. They were three and a little furlongs in, and in a moment, they'd be going for broke. Four furlongs....NOW! A little bit than four furlongs in Tobias gave the rein and the stick and the two went to town. All that holding back and pulling up to keep steady gave him reserves that could be counted on as they pulled forwards and away, faster and faster yet still - even as they passed the seven furlong marker. It took some trying to get him back to a trot, but once Tobias managed, he looked on back to Connor, who was stamping out a cigarette. "Good show. It's all down in the book, if you want the time." He yawned up at Tobias. "We got a chance, I think."------------------------
WORKOUT STATS
words| 710
workout surface| Turf
distance| 7 furlongs
horse| Devil's Crusade
jockey| Tobias Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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