Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2011 21:03:07 GMT -5
Jacob had been amazed by how Sam had run in the Kaniska Stakes - seeing a competitive edge to the colt that hadn't previously shone through as the colt rode under Alexia to the win. It was as if the bay colt had responded well to the competition he had been made to face and was finally starting to find his form. It was an amazing thing to see and the enthusiasm Jacob felt from the colt's victory was great. They really could achieve much together, and his next race was sure to be an interesting one. As Jacob walked into the yard he felt a sort of happiness and comfort in the recent happenings. Silver Stride Stables really was starting to come together and, no matter what, they were sure to perform well in the future.
A bright smile graced the small male's face as he moved around the yard doing his various jobs - from helping the grooms with mucking out to grooming and feeding - all which must occur before the workouts could begin. They had started late due to a impromptu meeting in which Jacob was informed that his colt was to enter another race the very next week. This time, the colt would be racing in the Iaisis Stakes, which was the same distance as his previous race and for colts only. It was a chance for the colt to show himself against the colts of his grade and to possibly push himself to the next level - to Grade Four. He had been sitting at Grade Five for long enough.
Jacob had took the news well and spend most of the morning thinking of how he might prepare the colt when the idea struck him. There was another colt who would be racing in the maiden races this month under Alexia, a colt for whom Alexia sang the praises of. Jacob himself thought the colt was mad, but he would be interested to see how Alexia's training had affected the youngster. It would provide the colt with a workout for the maiden at the same time as giving Sam a workout for the upcoming stakes - what could really be better? So he had found himself a new task. To find Alexia and get her to workout Perry with him and Sam.
He dashed through the stables in his search and found the blonde jockey grooming another of her regular rides - the diva Mona who seemed to shine whether you groomed her or not. So he leant on the stable door and smiled at her. "Lexi, baby. You busy?" he asked in a playful tone and the blonde woman turned with a coy smile. "Me? Well I was just grooming our star but after that no, not really. Why?" it was obvious the filly had been worked out that morning and this was her post-workout pampering. Typical of Alexia, really, she liked to spoil her horses. "Well I had an idea. It's Perry's debut in a few weeks and he's a turf sprinter, right?" Alexia rose an eyebrow as she turned to continue grooming the filly's mane. "That's right." she really wandered where Jacob was going with this - he knew he wouldn't b able to ride the colt, after all.
"Well, it's just I was thinking maybe you'd like to give him a workout? Sam has a race coming up, a turf sprint, and I thought a bit of competition would do them both good. So you in?" Alexia beamed as she finished the filly's mane. "Too right, I'll just pack up here and we can take them out. Give me five and I'll meet you at the track, yeah?" Jacob nodded at the suggestion and dashed off to get Sam ready for his run, enthusiastic about the prospects of the upcoming workout.
About ten minutes later the four were on the track. Perry with Alexia and Sam with Jacob. Two bay colts, one two and one four. They were seperated by a class and by experience but it would still be fun and Jacob and Alexia both knew it. "Matt is on his way down, too." Alexia informed Jacob, referring to the trainer Matthias who was determined to see how the maiden was doing, and to see how Sam was performing also after his last race. After all, it was Matt's job to ensure that the horses were in top shape. In all honesty, he had been worried about Sam's performance but the colt seemed to be getting back on track. He was also worried about Perry and how the colt would react to a competition.
As the jockeys mounted he went and took a seat in the stands, timer in his hand and notepad on his knee. He had times to keep track of, notes on how to improve the horses to make. When the jockeys weren't working these horses out he was planning and executing training schedules to help them perform well in their races. To help them excel in their fields and take the prize whenever they could.
The two colts in question were personality wise very different. Perry was a volatile colt and difficult to handle whereas Sam was a quiet and calm animal. Even as they moved toward the gates this was obvious as Perry started to play up, tossing his head and not really going where Alexia wanted him to. When handlers approached to help Alexia get the colt to gate he reared and fought them and even when finally caught he tried to bite and kick, fighting for every moment until he was forced into the gate, the shutters closed behind him. Perry's ears lay against his skull in agitation, he hated to lose especially to handlers. Who did they think they were, anyway, ganging up on him like that? Next door, Sam had gated with ease and stood calmly as he waited for the workout to begin. He knew the drill and he knew it well.
The gates opened and Perry bolted out at high speed, taking a position well in front of the calmer, mid-pack animal Sam who matched the colt's speed but a little way back. They charged down the straight and Sam started to creep up on the colt as he increased his speed. At four furlongs Sam really started to push forwards, quickly closing the gap between him and the two year old who did not make his move until the crop graced his rump and two and a half furlongs. The race was on. Perry pushed hard but Sam had the skill and experience over him and took first place about a furlong from the post. Perry fought hard, closing the gap between them as they raced onwards but he didn't have enough time, losing the race by a neck.
A bright smile graced the small male's face as he moved around the yard doing his various jobs - from helping the grooms with mucking out to grooming and feeding - all which must occur before the workouts could begin. They had started late due to a impromptu meeting in which Jacob was informed that his colt was to enter another race the very next week. This time, the colt would be racing in the Iaisis Stakes, which was the same distance as his previous race and for colts only. It was a chance for the colt to show himself against the colts of his grade and to possibly push himself to the next level - to Grade Four. He had been sitting at Grade Five for long enough.
Jacob had took the news well and spend most of the morning thinking of how he might prepare the colt when the idea struck him. There was another colt who would be racing in the maiden races this month under Alexia, a colt for whom Alexia sang the praises of. Jacob himself thought the colt was mad, but he would be interested to see how Alexia's training had affected the youngster. It would provide the colt with a workout for the maiden at the same time as giving Sam a workout for the upcoming stakes - what could really be better? So he had found himself a new task. To find Alexia and get her to workout Perry with him and Sam.
He dashed through the stables in his search and found the blonde jockey grooming another of her regular rides - the diva Mona who seemed to shine whether you groomed her or not. So he leant on the stable door and smiled at her. "Lexi, baby. You busy?" he asked in a playful tone and the blonde woman turned with a coy smile. "Me? Well I was just grooming our star but after that no, not really. Why?" it was obvious the filly had been worked out that morning and this was her post-workout pampering. Typical of Alexia, really, she liked to spoil her horses. "Well I had an idea. It's Perry's debut in a few weeks and he's a turf sprinter, right?" Alexia rose an eyebrow as she turned to continue grooming the filly's mane. "That's right." she really wandered where Jacob was going with this - he knew he wouldn't b able to ride the colt, after all.
"Well, it's just I was thinking maybe you'd like to give him a workout? Sam has a race coming up, a turf sprint, and I thought a bit of competition would do them both good. So you in?" Alexia beamed as she finished the filly's mane. "Too right, I'll just pack up here and we can take them out. Give me five and I'll meet you at the track, yeah?" Jacob nodded at the suggestion and dashed off to get Sam ready for his run, enthusiastic about the prospects of the upcoming workout.
About ten minutes later the four were on the track. Perry with Alexia and Sam with Jacob. Two bay colts, one two and one four. They were seperated by a class and by experience but it would still be fun and Jacob and Alexia both knew it. "Matt is on his way down, too." Alexia informed Jacob, referring to the trainer Matthias who was determined to see how the maiden was doing, and to see how Sam was performing also after his last race. After all, it was Matt's job to ensure that the horses were in top shape. In all honesty, he had been worried about Sam's performance but the colt seemed to be getting back on track. He was also worried about Perry and how the colt would react to a competition.
As the jockeys mounted he went and took a seat in the stands, timer in his hand and notepad on his knee. He had times to keep track of, notes on how to improve the horses to make. When the jockeys weren't working these horses out he was planning and executing training schedules to help them perform well in their races. To help them excel in their fields and take the prize whenever they could.
The two colts in question were personality wise very different. Perry was a volatile colt and difficult to handle whereas Sam was a quiet and calm animal. Even as they moved toward the gates this was obvious as Perry started to play up, tossing his head and not really going where Alexia wanted him to. When handlers approached to help Alexia get the colt to gate he reared and fought them and even when finally caught he tried to bite and kick, fighting for every moment until he was forced into the gate, the shutters closed behind him. Perry's ears lay against his skull in agitation, he hated to lose especially to handlers. Who did they think they were, anyway, ganging up on him like that? Next door, Sam had gated with ease and stood calmly as he waited for the workout to begin. He knew the drill and he knew it well.
The gates opened and Perry bolted out at high speed, taking a position well in front of the calmer, mid-pack animal Sam who matched the colt's speed but a little way back. They charged down the straight and Sam started to creep up on the colt as he increased his speed. At four furlongs Sam really started to push forwards, quickly closing the gap between him and the two year old who did not make his move until the crop graced his rump and two and a half furlongs. The race was on. Perry pushed hard but Sam had the skill and experience over him and took first place about a furlong from the post. Perry fought hard, closing the gap between them as they raced onwards but he didn't have enough time, losing the race by a neck.