Post by Dante on May 29, 2012 13:30:58 GMT -5
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EXECUTIONER'S APPRENTICE
workout with
TOBIAS LANCASTER
for the
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New race, new challenge. Tobias, however, was confident. App was the top-rated three year old in the circuit, and while he was up against older horses, he had the talent to do them in. The bright eyed grey colt looked over the turf track, almost following the gaze of his jockey. Time for another high-profile race: The Caulfield Cup. Time to show the world what Executioner's Apprentice was made of. He'd been highlighted and compare dot many a Hall of Famer, but it was time to prove this colt was a HOF'er to be in his own right.
"Let's do this." Skylark looked up at the jockey on App's back. "Eight furlongs on the turf, lets show them what he's got. Keep him close up front, keep him pushing, don't let the closers overtake you, move before them. Tobias nodded, and they set up for the gate. While energetic, App's movements were solid and well balanced, a confirmation that Tobias had come to expect from the horse. He was glad of it, too. Tobias could handle the field, and App could handle the footing. He didn't need to worry about where or how the colt was going to step next, the dapple grey knew how to handle himself.
Going into the gate was relatively easy, and App took it well. He'd always shown a good deal of sensibility about the gate, and while he started fast he was no terror to load, either. He was a clever colt, even with all the colt hormones and testosterone, and it made him easier to handle but not less of a fireball. Plenty, if not all, great warriors of history were strong and fiery, but also very, very clever. Tobias likened it to that.
The cool October breeze went through his jockey silks, sending a shiver up Tobias's spine, but he kept a straight face, and in a second, the gates sprung open. With them came App. He broke fast and moved in near the rail, but about two or three horse spaces from it. The frontrunners would probably be right up against the rail, meaning App's place slightly in from the middle was perfect for his plan. He would keep on the frontrunners shoulders, constantly threatening their precarious position. If they wanted to stay ahead, they'd have to contend with the colt with the red shoulder threatening to take their front from them. They'd have to go faster than they'd like. And that, quite simply, was the point. He'd force them to tie out. A death march.
They thundered down the turf, and Tobias held App steady. He could feel the power the colt had, it was almost as though the two were one. Tobias knew App, he could feel App, he knew what was going on with that horse. They worked as one unit, to win.
The curve came up fast, and Tobias and App took it fast but gracefully, App's trademark "bloody shoulder" nothing but a red blur facing the audience. They were six furlongs in now, and it was time to get moving. Tobias gave App the stick and more of his head, and Executioner's Apprentice gave him speed. He pulled, and then ran. Not out of control, but he ran. He would burst past those frontrunners and keep the gap between himself and those behind him, with a little bit of talent and skill, and he would come to a finish in the winners circle. The ground and sky blurred, and Tobias and App focused solely on the ground ahead of them, and covering it as fast as they possibly could, to get to and pass the finish line in record time.
It was all in the numbers, after all, as the blonde jockey brought his grey horse back to their trainer. "How'd we do?" Tobias asked.
"Good." Skylark said with a nod and a grin. "I think he can hold his own, and probably do quite well in that cup." He held up the stopwatch and Tobias let out a victory howl. App looked concerned, though not at the time - more at the fact it seemed his jockey went momentarily insane on top of him. Tobias laughed at the expression and gave App a pet on the neck.
"Trust me boy, we're sane. And we got this. Trust me and run, we can do this."-----------------------
WORKOUT STATS
words| 729
workout surface| Turf
distance| 8 furlongs
horse| Executioner's Apprentice
jockey| Tobias Lancaster
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