Post by alicekcrose on Jun 23, 2012 3:48:23 GMT -5
Ivana and Roy work for the Breeders Cup Mile
Morning had broken. The breeze was gone, and the air was warm. It was one of those days. The horses didn’t seem to mind, they’d get a breeze as they rushed through the air galloping down the home stretch on the dirt track. Roy was ready. He was very ready, ready as he’ll ever be. I knew what horses were going to enter. I had a slight feeling that Dark Charmer was in it and possibly Biohazard too. They’re some good colts out there. It was time to shine again. It was time for Roy’s turn in the spotlight. He’d previously won the Winter Cup Grade 5, and the Green Horse Dirt. He was on a good streak but there were so many good horses in this race which might downgrade him slightly. Pawing impatiently at the straw in his stall, Roy scraped his hoof along the concrete, the metallic heavy shoe scraping along making an ear bleeding sound. I laughed and took hold of his white rein before leading him out of the stall. I picked up my hat and my crop. My crop was slid into my belt, and I put my hat on and fastened it before vaulting on the sixteen hands two inches colt. He wasn’t as big as some of the horses out there, I know, but he’s muscular, and got the heart to run strongly at the front, and stay there.
As I walked him on to the track, the sun shone down. It was warm for a winter day, but a perfect day for a good old gallop. I squeezed him into an energetic trot. He really picked his feet up. Pricking his ears he tossed his head around and threw in a playful but yet childish buck. I giggled and the colt chomped the bit. I squeezed him forward into a canter. We cantered slowly up the backside. I stood tall in the stirrups, arching my back with my hands by the bottom of his mane. We approached the five furlong pole, and I began to let him loose. Throwing his head up, he pulled and began to run. I watched out the corner of my eye as Alice stood at the wire on Romeo, watching us eagerly. I began to urge Roy, and he stretched out and began to run on. I pushed him a lot, and he began to sprint effortlessly.
As we rounded the far turn, Roy pricked his ears and began to run even more. We came to the top of the homestretch and I began to urge as much as I could. This time, Roy stretched out and sprinted, just like there was an invisible field of horses there. He stayed glued to the rail, like he would do in a race and sprinted down the centre. He kicked the dirt up behind him, and as we flew under the wire, I stood in my stirrups and pulled him up. I patted his warm-blooded neck, and he perked his ears, before trotting back over to Alice. She looked at me and smiled. :59.2 I looked at her in complete awe. Really?! I said, patting the colts again. Let’s go kick some butt, in this race, boy. I said, walking him into the stable block. Ivana, Alice called. I turned Roy back and moved my red hair out of my face. That was a good first ride on Roy… do you want to race him in the race? Alice asked. Oh my gosh yeah! I said. Thank you!