Post by Dante on Jul 14, 2012 17:37:27 GMT -5
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GOLDEN GHOST
workout with
TOBIAS LANCASTER[/b]
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"You certainly are a pretty boy." Tobias mused as he gave Golden Ghost a pat on the shoulder. Palomino thoroughbreds were rare. A palomino sabino - even rarer. But looks were not the entire battle, in fact, they were very little of the entire battle. He was pretty, yes, but could he run? Tobias certainly thought so. Though the colt was tiny, he was attention loving and loved to steal the limelight, to win, and to get more attention. That alone would fuel him onwards. Now it would be a matter of practice.
"We're definitely going to use him as a closer." Skylark walked up out of the dusk. Workouts for PHS often got shuffled along within the masses, and as a result, they got weird times. "I think it'll spur him on, to have to come out of nowhere, and he's not very big, so more combative positions could get dangerous." At just over fifteen hands, Ghost was remarkably small among the rest of his breed, "He accelerates like a sprinter, anyways, so you can hold back until the last couple furlongs, even the last one, and I think he'll be fine. Remember, everyone else out there is a maiden, too." It was early in the year, and everyone was n a phase of settling in - not just Ghost, so they'd not only have time to get into their groove, but work out everyone else's groove, too. "So, let's go for broke and give him the whole nine furlongs. Mock race style, get him into the gate and going." Skylark gave Tobias a leg up, and with that, they spun Golden Ghost around to the gate. The two-year-old was spooky, and Tobias could already tell the colt was going to have some fear of the gate. However, as a closer, it wasn't going to be the end of the world.
It took Skylark, Tobias, and an extra momentarily kidnapped groom to get Golden Ghost into the gate, and once there, Tobias felt somewhat like Erin - trapped in the gate. He was small and so was his horse, but he was not a happy camper, and sudden;y everything felt smaller. The presence of other horses to show off to might help, however, come race time. Ghost always wanted to be the best - he was quite an egotistical pony!
Tobias had little time on the dancing colt, just enough to put on his goggles and look over the dirt track, that faded off into black beyond the rails and the light posts, before the gates sprung open. Ghost broke exactly as Tobias expected - a little on the slow side. But it would put him at the back of the pack, where he would run on the outside. Tobias knew he;d look like a write-off right away. But they didn't know just how quick the colt could accelerate, even at during a distance run. They would be caught unawares, and Tobias knew it. They'd come out f nowhere - the colt was a long shot and looked it, but no one could account for his spirit.
Golden Ghost tugged on his bit, but otherwise seemed content to be held back near the outside. His ears were forwards, and his focus was on running. In training, Tobias had already proved himself the superior in the group - before, and even sometimes now, the colt would think Tobias was just going to sit there and let him do anything. He'd been proven wrong quite shortly, and the two made something of a team. They'd progress as time went on, Tobias Lancaster was sure of that. They churned up the dirt in their wake, shadows cast down on them oddly by the lights on the sides of the track. Golden Ghost did look like just that at the moment. A well-balanced, small entity colored very differently for a racehorse. There was almost something mystical about it, something magical. Tobias could feel sparks, in that non-sexual way. (That'd be weird otherwise!)
They took the curve well, as on the outside there was only the mildest turns to deal with. They were six furlongs in, and Ghost showed no signs of fatigue - typical of a stayer. What wasn't typical was the acceleration the horse had for a stayer, and that was where they would be surprising. They edged up a little going into the seventh furlong, but it was in the final furlong that Tobias had Ghost explode.
The colt took off with the aid of the reins being let up on, and the stick. It was almost like coming out of the gate on a front runner, he just exploded. It was as though the cot realized that this was the time for a flashy comeback, and that now was the time to just let all go - so he did. The ground blurred with all around it, the sky one dark sphere above them. This was speed! This was what this colt was all about - a flash of speed right at the end, when everyone had peaked or gotten pooped.
It was over all too fast as they passed the nine-furlong mark. Ghost yanked on the reins as Tobias tried to slow him, and it was a small struggle, bucks included, to get him to stop. No matter how they finished placing wise, slowing him was sure to be a crowd-pleaser, at this rate.
"Got a handle on pretty-boy?" Skylark called from about ten feet away, amusement written on his face.
"Yep!" Tobias figured he'd ridden out all the bucks...for now. "Our time?"
"Good!" Skylark held up the stopwatch. "Get him over here and take a look!"-----------------------
WORKOUT STATS
words| 948
workout surface| Dirt
distance| 9 furlongs
horse| Golden Ghost
jockey| Tobias Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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