Post by alicekcrose on May 7, 2012 3:03:14 GMT -5
Alice And Isa Work For Turn Up The Heat Stakes
Morning had broken. The breeze was gone, and the air was warm. It was one of those days. The horses didn’t seem to mind, they’d get a breeze as they rushed through the air galloping down the home stretch on the dirt track. Isa was ready. He was very ready, ready as he’ll ever be. He’d recently worked with Paradise Island, and Eternal Phantom, which had really helped him on the way to scoring a victory. I knew what horses were going to enter. I had a slight feeling that Royal Assasin might, and Euphoria’s Warrior too. They’re some good colts out there. It was time to shine again. It was time for Isa’s turn in the spotlight.
Pawing impatiently at the straw in his stall, Isa scraped his hoof along the concrete, the metallic heavy shoe scraping along making an ear bleeding sound. I laughed and took hold of his white rein before leading him out of the stall. As always, I picked up my hat and my crop. My crop was slid into my belt, and I put my hat on and fastened it before vaulting on the small fifteen hands two inches colt. He wasn’t big, I know, but he’s muscular, and got the heart to run from last to first.
As I walked him on to the track, the sun shone down. It was warm for an autumn day, but a perfect day for a good old gallop. I squeezed him into an energetic trot. He really picked his feet up. Pricking his ears he tossed his head around and threw in a playful but yet childish buck. I giggled and the colt chomped the bit. I squeezed him forward into a canter. We cantered slowly up the backside. I stood tall in the stirrups, arching my back with my hands by the bottom of his mane. We approached the five furlong pole, and I began to let him loose. Throwing his head up, he pulled and began to run. I watched out the corner of my eye as Jacey stood at the wire on Cry. I began to urge Isa, and he stretched out and began to run on, but not as fast as I’d hoped.
As we rounded the far turn, Isa pricked his ears and began to run even more. We came to the top of the homestretch and I began to urge as much as I could. This time, Isa stretched out and sprinted, just like there was an invisible field of horses there. He moved to the centre of the track, like he would do in a race and sprinted down the centre. He kicked the dirt up behind him, and as we flew under the wire, I stood in my stirrups and pulled him up. I patted his warmblooded neck, and he perked his ears, before trotting back over to Jacey. She looked at me and smiled. Fifty nine and four fifths. I looked at her in complete awe. WHAT? I said, patting the colt again. Let’s go kick some butt, boy. I said, walking him into the stable block.