Post by alicekcrose on May 28, 2012 5:29:45 GMT -5
Alice and 'Persil'
General Workout
5 furlongs
General Workout
5 furlongs
It was the battle of the ages. The emerging rivalry between two. Colt and filly, Isa and Sonja. He was the best two-year-old colt. She was the best two-year-old filly. It's almost Bank On Silver and Merry Bay King over again. There was no questioning that. He had won five races, including two major races. The Autumn Cup Grade 5 and the Seaspray Cup Grade 5. In both of those he actually beat the three-year-old, Fire Dancer, and his nemesis, Paradise Island. He also went on to win the Hyperactive Stakes for Grade 4's over Knight Rosseau, and the Turn Up The Heat Stakes, where he beat three very good two-year-old colts, Forbidden To Fly, This Means War, and Euphoria's Warrior.
Next year was going to be a big year for Isa. He was going to be facing his fears in some of the biggest races he's ever been in. The Wood Memorial, Santa Anita Derby, and the Triple Crown. He could do it, I knew he could. Today would be a general workout for 'Isa' over at the GHF Track. It was time to show what he would do to the rest of the world. The colt with fantastic closing speed. He was a winner in my heart, let alone everyone else at the stables.
I sat on board the small colt. Some of the biggest horses towered over him. I'd given him a nickname. His nickname was Persil. Small but mighty. So, that is what I shall call him. He likes it, I know he does. It's the new face of Instant Success, as a small mighty colt called Persil. I relaxed in the saddle a bit more and walked him round in a couple of circles to warm up. I watched as Sonja breezed through the stretch in her general workout. Now it was our turn.
Persil tossed his head and tried to chomp his bit, but his flash stopped him. I pushed him forward into an energetic trot. He responded in an instant, and flicked his toes out. I was still very disapointed at the run that Kaden gave in the Stormy Night Maiden. I'd kept him off and worked him well; he still fell at the final hurdle and placed fifth out of a field of six entries. I knew we could do better. To make me feel better, I thought I'd come out here and ride my favourite boy.
He realised I was talking about him. He perked his ears and nickered. I asked him for a steady canter, and he did just that, loping along, kicking the dirt behind him. I slackened the grip on the reins and I was released just behind a work horse. I held Persil back and he waited... waited until the work horse was somewhat four lengths ahead. I heard the commentator talking about Instant Success. Now this colt has had a great season so far, thirteen starts, and a very impressive record of victory's. He's working with a retired dirt racehorse today.
I pushed Persil forward and he responded. Perking his ears, we began to fly round the home turn, picking up the speed and hoping to catch the horse infront. We began to close the gap, three lengths, two lengths, one length... we came into the final furlong and in a final bid to win, Persil lunged forward and threw himself over the line in the lead by a length. I stood in my stirrups and punched the air. We were going to win the Youth Challenge Cup... I knew we would.