Post by Dante on Jan 6, 2012 2:05:33 GMT -5
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RUNAWAY ONELEG
workout with
TOBIAS LANCASTER[/b]
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Runaway Oneleg. Now, Tobias had to assume running on one leg was a hard thing to do. But the sweet mare had been worked by his brother, to no avail. Now, with maturity on her side (at least against the swarm of maiden two year olds), it was time to get this gal into shape. What was Moses doing with her? He had only been present once at the workouts, then swapped.
He could say right away from getting on that she was sweet, almost too sweet, for the business. "A'right." Tobias shifted in his stirrups, poised atop the bay filly as he looked around for Connor, who came walked with stitches from his upper cheek to right under the middle of his nose. "What in the name of God happened to you?" Tobias asked, pushing his helmet up a bit with the handle of the crop.
"Erin got mad at me." Connor grumbled. "That girl could be in a playboy calendar, and she swats me with a crop for thinking it."
"She clearly saw you thinking it, then." Tobias snorted, and wheeled Solo off to the gates. She was complacent in getting there and complacent in being loaded in, which was good. They were going for an 8 furlong run on the turf, nothing too bad, but he'd never jockied her before, and he had one plan in mind. She might be a closer, but he was not going to allow her complacency beyond the gate. She was going to work to run with the pack, and she was going to work hard, and she didn't have to like him for it, but really - it was for her own good. Did she want to be sold or put to brood, or pasture, this time next year? Because those were the options if she didn't preform. For a colt, the options were gelding, selling, or pasture, but at the end of the day, Tobias was going to get her to do well.
The gates came open with an almighty clang, and Solo after them - but not fast enough. Tobias gave her the stick at the get go, and the filly pinned her ears right back - so he hit her more, keeping the reins and not letting her get away with anything. It was a first furlong struggle, but the bay did as she was told and sped up. Just because she was a closer didn't mean she didn't have to run hard - just the opposite. She had a great distance to make in a small time, she had to run harder than everyone else and he was going to push her to the limits of what she knew until she had that instinct rebuilt into her. His brother could be an idiot sometimes. He really could. Bless his soul, but he was simple sometimes.
Runaway Oneleg snorted, angry at her jockey but nonetheless preforming in the imaginary field, running at the back until near the 5 and a half mark. Until she got her speed up, she'd have to close earlier than he'd typically close a horse at. Again, she protested, but when she saw the wire, suddenly she was a somewhat changed mare. He still had to give her plenty of the stick, but he could give her her head without worry of deceleration at least. They took the curve okay, but again, it needed work. Solo needed a lot of work to reach her potential, but Tobias was confident he could swing it.
She crossed the finish line angrier than Tobias had ever seen her, but Connor's numbers didn't lie - she'd also done it quicker than ever.
"You'll learn to like me." Tobias promised the sweat covered filly. "I'm only here to help. Tough love, darling." The jockey looked at Connor and grinned. "Tough luck to you, though, Erin's not into tough love."
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WORKOUT STATS
words| 650
workout surface| Turf
distance| 8 furlongs
horse| Runaway Oneleg
jockey| Tobias Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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