Post by archibald on May 9, 2012 22:47:53 GMT -5
crowned clown, erin shore, xalbadora
Training Erin and Clown with Xal seemed to be paying off, considering both of them had managed to break their maidens after he had started it, so he wasn’t going to end it any time soon. He still had them breezed individually on most days but mock races seemed to be the days when they seemed to make most improvements, so that was exactly why he had sent the trio out today to be trained together.
Xal seemed cool and confident as always as they headed to the starting gates after they had finished their warm up, the other two horses trailing slightly behind already, Erin attempting to play up as usual, but her jockey’s experienced hands kept her in check, Clown trailing somewhere between the two but Mitch could tell that he was already getting distracted by the black filly’s antics. Mitch sighed, leaning against the handrail as he watched them, not really sure what he was going to do with the filly... he was probably just going to have to wait and see if she’d calm down with age.
They got to the gates, Xal and Clown loading properly, whilst Erin took a little more time coaxing her into actually entering the thing, but before long they were all set to go. He waited patiently for the shrill sound of the gate bell to go off, and when it sounded across the track to him they were off, all three horses breaking nice and clean from the gates. Erin shot off first, fighting her rider for her head, wanting to be at the front of the pack the whole time, but her jockey kept her in check, barely, trying not to let her use up too much energy. Xal appeared to be listening to her rider, while Clown was dawdling behind a little, clearly not feeling all that competitive today.
The seconds went by as they raced towards the finish line, Erin tiring a little near the backstretch, Xal taking the lead to leave the two less experienced horses to battle it out behind her, crossing the finish line a fair distance in front of them. Erin barely got second, apparently finding a last tiny shot of energy a few metres out from the finish line and bursting over it a head in front of Clown.