Post by alicekcrose on Apr 18, 2012 10:35:20 GMT -5
Springing onto the track like a spring lamb, Isa tossed his head. He was so forward going after the Summer Cup... placing second behind Fire Dancer. This could've been a sign for the future to come. "Woah," I said, turning to look at Jacey in a rather bewildered fashion. Jacey looked and laughed. Isa stood still for almost a millisecond before tossing his head and squealing.
"So, you're going for around thirty five over four furlongs." I listened to Jacey carefully. I pulled my goggles over my eyes and nodded in agreement. Squeezing Isa forward, we trotted energetically up to the starting gate, the horses feet rising and falling, picking up dirt and kicking it behind us. As we approached, Isa broke into a canter, picking his feet up and holding his head in.
I pulled him back to a trot, then a walk. We were taken by a helper, who lead us in. Isa didn't hesitate, he walked straight in, and pawed energetically at the dirt. I expected him to break slow as usual, but come on, this was horses we were talking about. They could do anything.
The bell rang, and the colt flew out the starting gate. I flew backwards onto his back, and gained my position. My reins were way too long. I was letting him run. As I gathered them back, the colt went faster. I couldn't stop. He stared through his blinkers, kicking every ounce of dirt up behind him. Panicking, I just let him run.
He continued to run. We hit the bend and he changed his lead perfectly. He wasn't tiring, he was taking me. I gathered my reins more and he pulled more, yanking the reins out of my hands. We continued to run, kicking the dirt up behind. I could tell that Jacey would be proud if we continued this way. We came up to the line and crossed it... suddenly Isa eased himself up. I was shocked, he knew what he was doing now.
As he eased, he put his head down and threw in a cheeky buck. We trotted back to the gateway. Jacey had a huge grin on her face. Thirty four point five... I said. She shook her head. Try thirty three point nine! My jaw dropped. I patted Isa's neck. Good boy!