Post by Dante on Nov 16, 2011 14:36:06 GMT -5
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RUNAWAY ONELEG
workout with
MOSES LANCASTER[/b]
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Once more, they were on the track. The gentle bay filly and the youngest jockey in PHS rode towards the gate. They were going to keep working, over and over, until they got somewhere. They had to. There was more at stake than winnings, here. It was less about the winnings as doing what they set out to do. He took a deep breath, threw away his emotions, and remembered Skylark's instructions. The once-upon-a-time jockey had given him all sorts of tips.
"We're gonna do this. I know you can do this, girl." Runaway Oneleg was silent, not responding to what Moses had to say. He supposed this was best, or he'd be getting even less sleep than his brother. "It's easy. Ten furlongs. We can do that. On the turf. You love the turf. We can do this." He assured her and himself as they were loaded into the gate. Moses steadied his nerves, and they got ready.
Three, two, one...NOW!
There was no delay or anything to speak of. Skylark sprang the gates on them fast. He wasn't giving them either time to think (or really, over think) the situation. They took off to a good start, against an imaginary field. They had started Solo on the outside, as she was likely to be in her next race. The outside of outer-middle in a big field. For a versatile closer such as herself, such a situation was easily tackled, they just needed to practice it. It was time to narrow it down to an art, not just a game. It was a sport, but also a science. It was time to dissect the game, and take it all away, again and again. His blue-and-silver jockey silks rustled in the wind; it was midmorning and the weather was cool, and none-too-pleasant. He wondered if it would hold later in the day for Erin and his brother, but he pushed that away. Not the time.
Moses held Solo steady as they took the first corner with ease. If there was one thing the filly did well, it was corner. She could fly around them, and he had to do little, except not to lean, but then again, who in their right mind would lean into a turn at a gallop on a young thoroughbred? And if they did, how in the name of all things holy did they get their jockey registration?
As the clouds rolled in, the duo rolled into the final stretch. The ten furlongs was a fairly long race for a maiden one, but that was good for them. The final stretch was where the front runners were going to start wavering, if they weren't careful. And he cold feel Solo had plenty of energy to give still. He grinned and with that grin, let Solo have at it. Time to move.
It was like nothing else to feel Solo suddenly pull beneath him, and give it her all. He could fell the raw power surging up through her, at command. He was in charge of her pace no longer, except to make it faster. Now Moses Lancaster was just along for the ride, and to steer where needed. He piloted her inwards a bit, as they passed imaginary horses in their exercise, and came out in front. He was sure, soon, they'd have their day.
Once they passed the finish line, they went back to Skylark, who was putting on a big blue rain jacket. "I have a feeling it's going to start soon." He explained. "But you, you're lucky. Your run beat the rain..." He felt the stopwatch up for Moses to see. "Not that you'd have gotten very wet, at that speed. Not from raindrops hitting you, anyways. She was flying!"
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WORKOUT STATS
words| 627
workout surface| Turf
distance| 10 furlongs
horse| Runaway Oneleg
jockey| Moses Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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