Post by sillyfilly09 on Dec 25, 2011 11:42:25 GMT -5
SHE'S DE GREY WORKOUT for the BC TURF SPRINT
It was the last day before the Breeder's Cup Turf Sprint, and Grey was hyped up. The grey mare tossed her head in anticipation, while her rider Jeremy talked with the trainer. "Now, Grey's gunna go 4 furlongs, hard. I need her prepped and ready for tomorrow.' Jeremy nodded at his boss, tipping his hard had. He didn't exchange words, he wanted to be focused. Jeremy pressed Grey into the trot, and they warmed up on the outside rail , before he asked her to canter. The mare shot out from underneath him, galloping steadily while they made their way towards the inside track. Jeremy would start when he reached the quarter mile pole. It all came up too fast, and before he could stop her, Grey picked a burst of speed and galloped forward past the pole. Once he had his seat back, Jeremy crouched even lower onto the gray mare's neck, pressing his hands into her neck, urging her forward. Her hoofbeats were hitting the ground rhythmically. Sweat started to crust her neck where the reins were, but she pushed herself harder, until he could hear her breaths come out in short little bursts. They galloped on until the finish wire came into view, which was when Grey gave it her all. Her legs pumped with adrenaline, and Jeremy realized he was breathing hard from adrenaline. Grey wandered past the finish line like it was nothing, sweat covering her neck. Her strides were bouncy and proud, and Jeremy patted her neck. They were deffinatly ready for the Turf sprint. If her jockey could keep her consistent like that, they for sure had a chance.
It was the last day before the Breeder's Cup Turf Sprint, and Grey was hyped up. The grey mare tossed her head in anticipation, while her rider Jeremy talked with the trainer. "Now, Grey's gunna go 4 furlongs, hard. I need her prepped and ready for tomorrow.' Jeremy nodded at his boss, tipping his hard had. He didn't exchange words, he wanted to be focused. Jeremy pressed Grey into the trot, and they warmed up on the outside rail , before he asked her to canter. The mare shot out from underneath him, galloping steadily while they made their way towards the inside track. Jeremy would start when he reached the quarter mile pole. It all came up too fast, and before he could stop her, Grey picked a burst of speed and galloped forward past the pole. Once he had his seat back, Jeremy crouched even lower onto the gray mare's neck, pressing his hands into her neck, urging her forward. Her hoofbeats were hitting the ground rhythmically. Sweat started to crust her neck where the reins were, but she pushed herself harder, until he could hear her breaths come out in short little bursts. They galloped on until the finish wire came into view, which was when Grey gave it her all. Her legs pumped with adrenaline, and Jeremy realized he was breathing hard from adrenaline. Grey wandered past the finish line like it was nothing, sweat covering her neck. Her strides were bouncy and proud, and Jeremy patted her neck. They were deffinatly ready for the Turf sprint. If her jockey could keep her consistent like that, they for sure had a chance.