Post by Dante on May 25, 2012 11:28:38 GMT -5
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IMMA ZOMBIE
workout with
MOSES LANCASTER[/b]
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Imma Zombie really, really liked the number ten. As in tenth place. That was no good. But, then again, she had been in only four races this year, and shown in one. It was too early to tell whether tenth was going to be a benchmark for her, or whether this racehorse was just getting a feel for things. She was, after all, only two and a little bit wild.
She had, however, softened to the jockey on her back. Moses, being calmer than the other two PHS jockies, had fewer and fewer problems with her every time they rode. That was good. She was saving the fire for the track, not for fighting him. It was distinctly possible she could break her maiden very soon, and Moses was holding out for that, through all of Connor skepticism and cigarette smoke. "You're going to get cancer." He said dully to the trainer, who took a puff anyways.
"You're going to get galloping nine furlongs on a seal brown filly on the dirt track." Connor growled right back. "I know I'm going to get cancer, do you think I even care?"
"Erin rejected you again." Moses didn't ask. He stated. Connor often got in his pet moods when Erin (or any female) said no to him, though he still got more tail than either Moses or his brother combined. Connor said nothing, and so Moses turned the filly away from the ungroomed trainer and headed for the gates. It looked like they'd be on their own for the most part. Not that it mattered, Moses knew the formula well.
They were loaded into the gates, and he planned it out. The filly ran best in one of the most dangerous positions to be in - the rail. Maybe it was the danger or the thrill, but Zombie seemed to best enjoy a risky place for a frontrunner, where horses were closing in and the adrenaline reached insane levels. Maybe it was that, the thrill of the run, the chase of glory, that got her going. Moses was going to let her run there, and see what it developed to.
The gates sprang open, and horse and rider came bursting forth with immense speed, kicking up the dirt behind them. This zombie didn't break slow, that was for sure! he brought her to the inside rail right away, and he felt her respond. Brown mane and tail streaming behind her, she fought with him a little, wanting to add power as she raced next to the long while metal rail, the crisp fall wind in their faces. He could hear it howling in their ears, just over the thundering hooves, and he loved the feeling.
Moses held Imma Zombie steady, but otherwise let her run at will. He made sure she was keeping some reserves, but in such a rail position, it was best to get ahead of the crowd as quickly as she possibly could. More distance was better in this scenario, which would also aid them later on when things got tough.
The curve in the track was a prime example of this. With enough space in front of the imaginary field, Moses and Zombie had no problems with the curve at all, as they had space to be able to move around a bit. With that space, Zombie moved not like a zombie but like an angel, well balance and fleet. And then they were out of the turn, and just like that, in the final straight, up against the rail again. This was the part where Moses, usually a jockey with no name nor record save for a blog, had a weapon in mind. He was going to wait for the final furlong. Zombie had amazing acceleration. If she wasn't so quick out of the gate and apt for the rail, she could easily close. But as a front, no one was going to expect her to suddenly surge forwards in the last furlong. Last three? Maybe. Last two? Yeah. But last one? She'd look like a lost cause by then, and that was all part of the game.
He gauged it up, and just at the last second, just after the eight furlong marker, let her go, and boy oh boy, did the girl ever agree! She surged forwards, ears ahead and eyes bright for the finish line, Moses merely taking a ride and using the stick to keep her going. They zoomed past the finish with energy to spare as he moved back to Connor, who had, at least, gotten out the stopwatch.
"There's your time." The cagey trainer announced. "Now do the paper work and sort her out."
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WORKOUT STATS
words| 783
workout surface| Dirt
distance| 9 furlongs
horse| Imma Zombie
jockey| Moses Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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