Post by Deleted on May 22, 2012 7:39:22 GMT -5
Tanya was buzzing. It was like someone had put a bolt of electricity through her, and there was one reason behind it. Sonja. There win in the red stakes had been amazing, inspiring even. They had ran well, and they had reaped the rewards of all the hard work they had put in so far this year. With the win, they had reached grade four, and now she was aiming even higher. She knew they could do it, and she would be putting in the work required to do just that. Especially with the Youth Challenge quickly approaching. Come the third week of October, they would be ready for the first leg of the series and they would stand a good chance, there was no doubt of that. Sonja was on the top of her game, and she had proved herself to be one of the top contenders in her age group.
As Tanya pulled her hair back into a pony tail she was already imagining what it felt like to taste success... If she could pull this off, Sonja would have proved herself beyond even the level of Stormi who had both a Breeder's Cup win and had won in the first leg of the Triple Tiara. The goal for next year, of course, would be the prestigious filly-only tournament but first they had to get there, and there was a long path ahead of them. Indeed, the bay filly seemed to be destined for great things and Tanya would be there every step of the way.
She stared into the mirror on the inside door of her locker, smiled, and then donned her body protector - something she always wore, just in case of accident. Not that she expected there to be an accident, but it was better to be safe than sorry. After all, not everything was predictable. Life liked to throw horrible things in the way of things, and she would not risk being unable to ride. She had a hugely strong bond with the filly, unlike anyone else, and it was only her who could get the best out of her. As she placed the helmet atop her head, fastening the strap beneath her chin she let out a long, steady breath. This was their chance to shine. This was the time to be the best.
Sonja was eager to run. The handlers seemed to be having an issue handling her at all. She was pulling, headstrong, for the track and nothing was going to stop her. Not even Tanya, who wouldn't have if she could anyway. It was far too funny to see the bay filly pulling the handlers along as she walked behind. Yes, her filly was eager and so was she. They had a lot of talent, and there was a chance that they could improve greatly over the next few months. The possibilities which lay before them were numerous and exciting, their futures were bright. They were not, however, orange.
As they reached the track the filly seemed to calm, her goal reached although not complete. But she knew how this worked, and she could not run without her team-mate. Her jockey. But Tanya was right there, and after greeting the filly she mounted and nodded to the handlers. She was feeling just as impatient as Sonja, and the blood pumping in her veins was hot with a need to win. A desire to be the best. For once, the excitable jockey was completely driven, and they would be fighting every step of the way.
Gating was quick, easy, and they were not waiting long for the true fun to start. The gates opened, and they were out of them within a moment. Hooves crashed time and time again into the dirt, a dust cloud forming in their wake as they moved forwards on powerful pistons, powering them at amazing speeds. One thing was clear, as you watched the pair moving down the first few furlongs - they knew exactly what they were doing. They had a plan, and they would execute it. They had faith in one another, and that faith would lead them to an exciting future together.
Tanya let out a long breath, patted the bay's shoulder as they moved forwards, and took a glance behind her. It was amazing how quickly the starting gate was fading into the horizon as they moved onwards, and their inner strength was clear. As was their desire to show the world. Tanya knew that her and Sonja had what it took to become the best, and these months would be spent in preparation. These races could be the difference between being good and being great. The youth challenge, the breeder's cup... Then next year the tiara and beyond. It was but a dream, and yet it fuelled the jockey on.
Four furlongs into the workout, and Tanya smiled. She was only running seven furlongs today - the lowest end of the filly's distance range - and there was not long left now. She pushed the filly forwards slightly, preparing her. In one furlong, they would really be running. They would be aiming for gold, and to get gold you had to be the best. To be the best, you had to be willing to put in the work. Tanya would put in the work, and that work would help them power to victory. Tanya was truly determined for it to be so.
The furlong passed, and it was time. The crop cracked hard against flesh, and the filly lowered her head, lengthening her stride as the jockey drove her toward the post. "Come on Son..." she muttered as she continued to drive the filly onwards, fighting for a victory which was only in their minds. A stepping stone on their road to true glory. They passed the post at huge speeds following a tough battle and the grin on Tanya's face said it all. Sonja was going to be a monster on the dirt.
As Tanya pulled her hair back into a pony tail she was already imagining what it felt like to taste success... If she could pull this off, Sonja would have proved herself beyond even the level of Stormi who had both a Breeder's Cup win and had won in the first leg of the Triple Tiara. The goal for next year, of course, would be the prestigious filly-only tournament but first they had to get there, and there was a long path ahead of them. Indeed, the bay filly seemed to be destined for great things and Tanya would be there every step of the way.
She stared into the mirror on the inside door of her locker, smiled, and then donned her body protector - something she always wore, just in case of accident. Not that she expected there to be an accident, but it was better to be safe than sorry. After all, not everything was predictable. Life liked to throw horrible things in the way of things, and she would not risk being unable to ride. She had a hugely strong bond with the filly, unlike anyone else, and it was only her who could get the best out of her. As she placed the helmet atop her head, fastening the strap beneath her chin she let out a long, steady breath. This was their chance to shine. This was the time to be the best.
Sonja was eager to run. The handlers seemed to be having an issue handling her at all. She was pulling, headstrong, for the track and nothing was going to stop her. Not even Tanya, who wouldn't have if she could anyway. It was far too funny to see the bay filly pulling the handlers along as she walked behind. Yes, her filly was eager and so was she. They had a lot of talent, and there was a chance that they could improve greatly over the next few months. The possibilities which lay before them were numerous and exciting, their futures were bright. They were not, however, orange.
As they reached the track the filly seemed to calm, her goal reached although not complete. But she knew how this worked, and she could not run without her team-mate. Her jockey. But Tanya was right there, and after greeting the filly she mounted and nodded to the handlers. She was feeling just as impatient as Sonja, and the blood pumping in her veins was hot with a need to win. A desire to be the best. For once, the excitable jockey was completely driven, and they would be fighting every step of the way.
Gating was quick, easy, and they were not waiting long for the true fun to start. The gates opened, and they were out of them within a moment. Hooves crashed time and time again into the dirt, a dust cloud forming in their wake as they moved forwards on powerful pistons, powering them at amazing speeds. One thing was clear, as you watched the pair moving down the first few furlongs - they knew exactly what they were doing. They had a plan, and they would execute it. They had faith in one another, and that faith would lead them to an exciting future together.
Tanya let out a long breath, patted the bay's shoulder as they moved forwards, and took a glance behind her. It was amazing how quickly the starting gate was fading into the horizon as they moved onwards, and their inner strength was clear. As was their desire to show the world. Tanya knew that her and Sonja had what it took to become the best, and these months would be spent in preparation. These races could be the difference between being good and being great. The youth challenge, the breeder's cup... Then next year the tiara and beyond. It was but a dream, and yet it fuelled the jockey on.
Four furlongs into the workout, and Tanya smiled. She was only running seven furlongs today - the lowest end of the filly's distance range - and there was not long left now. She pushed the filly forwards slightly, preparing her. In one furlong, they would really be running. They would be aiming for gold, and to get gold you had to be the best. To be the best, you had to be willing to put in the work. Tanya would put in the work, and that work would help them power to victory. Tanya was truly determined for it to be so.
The furlong passed, and it was time. The crop cracked hard against flesh, and the filly lowered her head, lengthening her stride as the jockey drove her toward the post. "Come on Son..." she muttered as she continued to drive the filly onwards, fighting for a victory which was only in their minds. A stepping stone on their road to true glory. They passed the post at huge speeds following a tough battle and the grin on Tanya's face said it all. Sonja was going to be a monster on the dirt.