Post by Dante on Apr 25, 2012 18:17:06 GMT -5
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RUNAWAY ONELEG
workout with
TOBIAS LANCASTER
for the
JULY MAIDEN TURF[/b]
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Tobias was meant to fix problems, not make them worse. That's why he was given the sweet bay mare Runaway Oneleg. It was hard to stay angry at the puppy eyes she had. It really was, and so Tobias just...wasn't. But that didn't mean he was going to push her. He was going to try his darnest to get some performance of her. It seemed to be a Prison Hill filly curse. None of the girls, with the exception to some extent of Lady Ophelia, weren't doing nearly as well as the boys. Tobias wasn't sure why in most cases, though in Solo's she was just so sweet.
"Get it out of her, we know she has it." Connor told the jockey as he gave him a leg up. "Just push the living daylights out of her. She'll get it. She likes to please, and just push her. She'll get that's what you want, and she'll do it to make you happy. Play with her style some, see if that helps." He advised. "Work something out, hero-man."
"I will." Tobias nodded, and wheeled Solo off to the gate. She went at a willing, forwards walk, but didn't prance. From the high-tempered colts he was used to, it was quite the swap, to be certain. He took a breath and they were loaded into the gate with little problem, which was exactly what he expected. The run was to be seven furlongs on the turf, a good old maiden race. "Come on, Solo. You got this." He assured the make with a snort, as he readied his stick. Unlike usual, he'd be using it right out of the gate with her, even if she did typically close. He couldn't let the gap get too great, so he was going to try an interesting, albeit risky style. He was going to have her effectively "closing" the entire race. She'd break slow to get last, but each furlong marker would detonate a new placing. Slowly passing, running in her own little world. By the time she'd otherwise be moving in for the close, most of her work would be done. It was just a matter of timing. Was he sure it would work? No. But it was the only idea he had that no one had tried yet.
The gates sprung open, and Solo came running out of them, slowly, like any closer. But she didn't expect the stick right away, which was what she got. She flattened her ears in irritation, but sped up. Right now, Tobias could picture the rest of the field ahead of them, but they would be gaining soon. He held her at the back for the first two furlongs, then he made his move. He brought her out, and made her accelerate. True to Connor's word, her ears slowly left her skull, and she pulled a little on his reins, speeding up. Slowly, out of the dogfight to their right, they'd gain and gain until they took the front and took a win no one expected from a "one-legged horse" as the announcers called her.
The long shot, the one that was only good for breeding stock, just for her conformation. She was smooth and easy to handle, Tobias had to admit. The bay filly moved well, and with ease, it was just working around her sweetness to bring out a winner in her, really.
As they thundered down the track, Tobias made sure not to open his mouth, lest he inhale a wasp, but did offer a smile. They went around the bend in good shape, running what he would wager was third or fourth. Two more furlongs, and it was time to bring out the closer in her. He let her have her head, and let her veer closer to the edge. He cheered her on mentally and kept her going with the stick, forcing her faster and faster and faster yet still. He wasn't going to let up until they crossed that finish line or went down with a broken leg or exploded heart trying. Nothing else was even borderline acceptable.
Solo galloped past the seven furlong covered in sweat, and it was only then that Tobias let up. To his surprise, he actually had to put effort into slowing her, something that Moses said he wouldn't have to worry about. It was a good sign though. He returned to Connor, who looked nonplussed.
"You ran her weird." He said simply. "Best hope it pays off."
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WORKOUT STATS
words| 752
workout surface| Turf
distance| 7 furlongs
horse| Runaway Oneleg
jockey| Tobias Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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