Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2012 3:35:25 GMT -5
Mona was the highest grade horse at Silver Stride Stables. A beautiful bay, acquired from Stride Of Perfection Stables. A mare who had amazing conformation and could easily be described as a show off. The previous year, the mare had come from nowhere to take the Breeder's Cup Classic, and amazing feat and a title they would attempt to defend at the end of the end of the year. The key word, of course, was attempt. The field was sure to be tough, full of strong entrants, and there were no real guarantees as to where it would go. Alexia, Mona's jockey, hoped they could win again. It would be an amazing end to the mare's career before she stepped into the world of breeding and had her first foal. The stud was already booked, the ever-impressive Impressario.
In her next race, Mona would be facing her half sister of the same age; Dashing In The Firelight. A mare who was not unimpressive, even if she did not have the same level of achievement as Mona and who had in fact beat Mona the last time they had come face to face. The sibling rivalry between them was intense, and every time they came onto the same track you could guarantee an interesting race.
As Alexia walked over to the mare, who had been tacked up and brought down to the dirt practice track, she smiled a little. You, my girl, are a star. she thought, and she believed it. Not just anyone could win the Breeder's Cup Classic and if they could win it for a second time Alexia would be over the moon. The workout for today was to be over five furlongs - designed to stretch the five-year-old's legs without tiring her.
She was well rested, at least, and that would give her an edge against those who had been raced more recently. As Alexia encouraged the mare toward the gate, the mare moved into a fluid canter, her three-beat a rocking motion and her footing perfect. Today was the day that they would find victory once more. Alexia had no doubts that in several days time, on race day, Mona had the talent and the skills to succeed in the Euphoria Memorial Stakes.
Gating was a simple task, and the real work could now really begin. Alexia rose from the saddle and found her balance, waited for the gates to open and urged the stalker out of them as the gates opened. They broke well, although it was not the quickest start in the world, and Alexia pushed the mare just a little to increase her pace. For two furlongs, that pace was maintained, the mare moving in her beautiful, almost flawless gait toward their goal. Alexia was counting the furlongs, considering the competition they would soon be facing, and then decided that the time had come to let the mare lose.
The crop fell onto the muscular rump, the mare's ears pressed forwards and she seemed to lengthen her stride, her head dropping as she increased her speed. Alexia could imaging the front runners starting to drop back as Mona urged herself past them, seeking the post. The air was cold, it whipped against Alexia's bare skin, and she couldn't have cared less. As she urged Mona toward the post all she could think of was making it to the winners circle once more. They passed the post and Alexia felt confident that the mare had it.
In her next race, Mona would be facing her half sister of the same age; Dashing In The Firelight. A mare who was not unimpressive, even if she did not have the same level of achievement as Mona and who had in fact beat Mona the last time they had come face to face. The sibling rivalry between them was intense, and every time they came onto the same track you could guarantee an interesting race.
As Alexia walked over to the mare, who had been tacked up and brought down to the dirt practice track, she smiled a little. You, my girl, are a star. she thought, and she believed it. Not just anyone could win the Breeder's Cup Classic and if they could win it for a second time Alexia would be over the moon. The workout for today was to be over five furlongs - designed to stretch the five-year-old's legs without tiring her.
She was well rested, at least, and that would give her an edge against those who had been raced more recently. As Alexia encouraged the mare toward the gate, the mare moved into a fluid canter, her three-beat a rocking motion and her footing perfect. Today was the day that they would find victory once more. Alexia had no doubts that in several days time, on race day, Mona had the talent and the skills to succeed in the Euphoria Memorial Stakes.
Gating was a simple task, and the real work could now really begin. Alexia rose from the saddle and found her balance, waited for the gates to open and urged the stalker out of them as the gates opened. They broke well, although it was not the quickest start in the world, and Alexia pushed the mare just a little to increase her pace. For two furlongs, that pace was maintained, the mare moving in her beautiful, almost flawless gait toward their goal. Alexia was counting the furlongs, considering the competition they would soon be facing, and then decided that the time had come to let the mare lose.
The crop fell onto the muscular rump, the mare's ears pressed forwards and she seemed to lengthen her stride, her head dropping as she increased her speed. Alexia could imaging the front runners starting to drop back as Mona urged herself past them, seeking the post. The air was cold, it whipped against Alexia's bare skin, and she couldn't have cared less. As she urged Mona toward the post all she could think of was making it to the winners circle once more. They passed the post and Alexia felt confident that the mare had it.