Post by Dante on May 8, 2012 21:42:08 GMT -5
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IMMA ZOMBIE
workout with
MOSES LANCASTER
for the
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Every zombie apocalypse started roughly the same way. The zombies would be slow and shambling, mumbling brains, and they would be easy to pick off. Then, as though spurred on by not just brains but total undead domination, the pace would get frantic and clawing and downright horrifying. Moses thought much the same way of the filly he was currently ontop of. The seal brown filly hadn't done all that well in her last two races. But they were her only two races. She still had time to pick up momentum and get going. This was a start to that momentum. Furthermore, she'd been in very large fields. Frontrunner or not, big fields were hard to deal with.
"Let her do her thing, but not too much of it." Connor advised. "She runs fast then falls into shambles, you need to keep it together and keep it paced. She got away from you the last couple times, don't let it happen again." There were no soft words from this trainer.
"I know, I know." Moses didn't want to make conversation about it. Imma Zombie had reared in the gate and scared him. He hated rearing horses. It was a long story involving a rearing horse and instant noodles that made him feel this way, but he had to deal with it. There were, after all, no instant noodles here but only opportunities to win.
They made for the gate, looking over the dirt track. Eight furlongs. Not too bad of a run, certainly within Zombie's poweress. It was exactly as Connor said - not letting her run away from him. Into the gate was a hard proposition, but with some coaxing, Moses got her in and got himself settled. He knew how this was going to go down. The antsy filly would demand the gates opening, they wouldn't open, she'd try to rear and force them to do it. And sure enough, he felt her attempt it barely a second later, but manages to quell it. Now she'd wait. And wait.
And wait?
Was Connor BSing him or something? The gates weren't opening for a grand amount of time! Moses was about to start shouting when they finally did, and he almost got left behind. He cursed under his breath and recollected his thoughts. Zombie was scrambling away, but he caught her and Moses felt her pulling on the bit. He directed her inside, where she liked to run, but kept her steady. There wasn't going to be any shambling or rumbling or losing pace. Oh no.
In fact, Moses was going to try out a trick of his brother's. It had coaxed a second place out of solo, so Moses was going to use it. He would simply run Zombie was if no one was there. He was going to take her to the front, and unless someone reached her shoulders, wouldn't change a thing he was doing. No speeding, no slowing, no response to pushing. It might be harder with a more aggressive horse, but Moses put it into effect. He didn't let her slow down, accelerate, or do anything but keep the status quo. It wouldn't result in a spectacular finish, but it could very well result in the winner's circle if she just plodded on at the front, like any zombie would do. She just couldn't plod slowly. She had to be faster than any zombie ever imagined, that was for certain.
They rounded the corner with ease, and moved into the final two furlongs. Zombie was still pulling against Moses, resisting him. It was almost as though she could feel his anticipation, but he couldn't let up until the very end. She was a stayer, but she also had some amazing acceleration. To get the best of it, they were going to move in the final furlong. That was when the plodding become a full-out, no holds barred, run. They moved into the seventh furlong and Moses let go, letting Zombie run at will. His only job now became the stick and holding her to the rail.
They passed the line at a blistering pace, faster than Moses expected, to be certain.
"You held her together." Connor was waiting for them when they came to a stop. "I'm surprised." He meant it too, much to Moses' annoyance. "Good surprised, but surprised."
"Shut it." Moses grumbled.
"What, gonna complain to your little Gallop audience?" Connor sneered, before taking down the time.
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WORKOUT STATS
words| 745
workout surface| Dirt
distance| 8 furlongs
horse| Imma Zombie
jockey| Moses Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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