Post by Dante on Nov 30, 2011 16:32:14 GMT -5
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EXECUTIONER'S APPRENTICE
workout with
TOBIAS LANCASTER[/b]
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Seven AM, and it was time for the track, time to give Executioner's Apprentice another run. Eight furlongs - indeicentally, the same distance as his last workout, and his next race. The feild was going to be large, but nothing App couldn't handle. The dapple grey had the makings of a champion. Amazing breathing, conformation, and speed. His coat shone, and Tobias could see the muscles unerneath. He was powerful, and he liked to run - he nickered hapily when he saw Tobias, knowing exactly what was in store. The two had a good bond, one evident to Skylark, who was holding App.
"Ohhh, he knows you." Skylark laughed, as he gave Tobias a leg up. "He knows what's coming."
"Oh yeahhhhh." Tobias repsonded, minicking Skylark's 'ohhh'. "Let's get going." There was nothing Tobias liked more that riding App. It was like riding on the back of a formula one race car (though not quite that fast, he did concede) compared plenty of horses he'd ridden over the years. A very smart formula one race car, to boot. He totted to the gate, pulling a little as he went. He had energy, and he wanted to get movig - and moving fast. He wanted to run, and soon he'd get his chance.
App fidgeted a little in the gates form the excitement of it all, but with a little prompting from Skylark, took a hint and calmed back down, dark eyes scanning the track. As he pulled down his goggled, Tobias wondered what App could be thinking, though he somewhat already knew. He was thinking of how to win this. Imaginary feild or not, that was what Executioner's Apprentice first thought of. How he was going to win this; how he was going to make it all work. Not once had App done worse than third place, even in huge feilds - and Tobias was going to try his best to keep it going, as he knew App sure was.
The silence of the gate and his thought gave way in a second to the rush of wind and the metallic banging of the gates, and they were off! App went into a flying start, pulling right into the middle, then the shoulder of the leader, of the imaginary feild. Not literally the shoulder, though. Par with the shoulder, but not at. PLenty of frontrunners evended up in tough spots, and it was worse for the horses following just behind in big feilds, as everyone seemed to gravitate to the inside. No, App would keep his distance laterally, but he wouldn't fall behind. He' keep face for the first 5 and a half, to six furlongs, then he'd get going just after the curve.
Hooves pounded into the turf and tore it up. Each step was steady and strong, no hints of anything wrong at all. He was stready. He knew the track, and he knew the distance well. He didn't fight Tobias - he worked with him. It thrilled the jockey, who rarely fell into total sync with the horse, to the point where trusted App to do exactly as they planned, not something random at the last second.
Marker after marker flew past them, a hazy blur that Tobias managed to keep track of. Not that it was hard - App wasn't jerky at all. Tobias didn't have to worry about some oddball confirmation loosing him from his stirrups as they went. Turf melded with sky, and only the track ditrectly ahead and the rail were clear to him, the most important things to see in a race. The track and the rail, and the location of the frontrunner. After al, if you were behind the frontrunner and had no idea where he was...you weren't winning that race, which was why in practice, seeing the rail was important. If he could see the rail he would be able to see the frontrunner in the real deal, and keep the unquiely-colored colt poised to come in for the kill.
And come in for the kill they did, in this imaginary feild. Once they got to roughtly five and three quarters in, Tobias gave App his head. The colt knew exactly what to do with it. Rather than loose is head, as some horses near the end did, he sped up with ease and power, without losing his mind. His mind was still there, which made it easy for Tobias to bring App in closer to the rail, as he stole first place in the mock-up race. Tobias added the stick for extra effect, and App pulled a little; Tobias gave him more and App responded tenfold, speeding up even more. Little chunks of turf were torn up and tossed up in thier wake, leaving a clear marking of what sort of power that this colt had within him.
They flew past the eight furlong mark shortly thereafter, and Tobias brought App back down to saner speeds. The colt protested a little, throwing his head and pulling the reins, wanting more, but eventually pollogised and allowed Tobias to trot the grey colt to Skylark again, who was grinning at his stopwatch.
"I love this horse." Skylark squeaked. "I really, really, really love this horse." He laughed, and pointed at the time. "And I love that time almost more than I love this horse."-----------------------
WORKOUT STATS
words| 894
workout surface| Turf
distance| 8 furlongs
horse| Executioner's Apprentice
jockey| Tobias Lancaster
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