Post by Dante on Oct 26, 2011 15:19:59 GMT -5
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EXECUTIONER'S APPRENTICE
workout with
TOBIAS LANCASTER[/b]
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Two wins in a row. Tobias had to say, he was impressed, but it wasn't tie to lay back and pretened to be a victor. With each win, the competition got stiffer, and they had to be prepared for that. This upcoming race had fair-sized feild, and while Tobias was confiedent that wouldn't throw him off, it also meant a lot of varibles for the grey colt and the blonde jockey to think about. However, some varibles, such as not practicing, could be eliminated with ease. It was sven in the evening, and Tobias was ready to go - and so was Executioner's Apprentice. The jokcey reached down and gave him a pat on his "bloody" shoulder and went for the gate. Connor was sitting somewhere along the ten furlong mark, far down the track, waiting to start the timer when the gates flew open.[/color][/b]
Even just trotting to the gate, Tobias could feel App's eagerness, not unlike Ford, who had exceises only yestderday, it wasn't a 'let's go party' eagerness so much as a 'let's go slaughter the competition' sort of eagerness. He wasn't any more compeditive than the majority of horses, but that didn't mean App didn't know what winning too, and he'd had a taste of it. He wnated it still. Badly. He wanted to win. And Tobias was more than willing to help get him there. Prison Hill was proud of him as a whole, but Tobias most of all. The colt had kick, and the brains to boot.
App was still as he was loaded into the gate, and still as he waited for them to come open, ears forwards, ready. He knew was was going to come, and went through the gates as they opened without a qualm. He stayed in about the middle, where Tobias wanted to keep him, and the 'race' was on. They thundered over the turf, but it wasn't an all-or-nothing sprint this time. It was ten furlongs, a distance that needed planning. App seemed to know it, too, as he followed the pace Tobias set and didn't protest too terirbly much.
The game plan was simple. They'd not go to the inside in this race, but rather stay to the right of the leader, in second or third for the time being, then snake into first somewhere along the eight furlong marker. No later than nine, and no later than seven. Eight was the perfect window, and Tobias wasn't worried. He could feel App under him, each hoofbeat of the 'bloodstained' horse. He was well mucled and fluid. There was no issues with his breathing, and that meant, presumably, that his heart was in good health. App's black mane and tail streamed out behind them in the evening light as they rocketed along. There was something almost peaceful about it. Yes, there was so much thinking the bpth of them were doing, but at the same time, it was perfect. It was when they were born to do, and here they were, doing it. Not to be mushy or anything.
They were six furlongs in now, and still going strong. He was well and fine with ten furlongs, but Tobias was still holding him back a little. He didn't have to race to the front to win - that was the beauty of this horse. He could look tuckered out, staying in second, and then BAM, made you look, now all you can see is App's tail sort of deal going on. Seven furlongs passed, and now Tobias had App accelerate and come a little closer to the inside. Not much, it wasn't go time, but it was time to get into position for the final sprint within the race. He shifted in the stirrups a little but, and App flicked an ear back. The colt knew was was going to go down in a second, and in a second, they went in for the kill.
With little prompting, App took off. He knew how the game went when Tobbias game in his head, and he ran his heart out. Now was the time to go, go, go, and think only about the finish. The two accelterated and moved in close to the rail, a unified effort to push for the front as the markers flew on by. Run, run, run!
And run they did, flying right past the ten furlong mark and looping back. App was sweaty, but his eyes were bright, having enjoyed the chance to run for far, and so fast. "You know how we have no idea about this horse's origins?" Connor asked as Tobias rode up to them. "Well, my guess whoever's gotten rid of him has seen him on TV - I mean, he's not hard to mistake - and is regretting it." He laughed and showed Tobias the stopwatch. "But I'm not. This horse is bloody good!" He paused as Tobias burst out laughing. "Pun not inended, nincompoop."-----------------------
WORKOUT STATS
words| 827
workout surface| Turf
distance| 10 furlongs
horse| Executioner's Apprentice
jockey| Tobias Lancaster
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