Post by Cavallo on Jul 15, 2012 9:21:24 GMT -5
Adele sat aboard the royal and mature Little Miss Innocent son. He was entering his fifth year of racing and was in his prime. Intelligent and experience eyes looked out over the turf, he knew his job and he did it well. Adele rubbed the colts muscled neck as she then patted it and asked for a canter as they went ahead around the track for a warm-up.
The track was fairly empty minus a few breezers and Adele planned and taking full advantage of it. Ian really wasn't an overly affectionate horse, something Adele attributed to his being passed around a lot, but Nick had no intention of letting this HOF son leave his stables. He was here to stay and Ian seemed to know it. He had begun to bond splendidly with Adele, though not over the top with his affections, everyone still knew that she was his favorite. He'd even surprised everyone when he had gotten along splendidly with Predator their mean and cruel G5 3yo.
He was simply surprising them at every turn and they were hoping he'd continue that trend on the tracks. Dreams of reaching grade one danced in the staff and teams head...they had big plans for this guy this year and they were out to prove it. Starting with the Unicorn Horn Turf.
The field was of moderate size and the field was right at Ian's level...it was going to be a tough race.
It always ticked Adele to run with Ian...when he breaks from the gate, it's almost like he's just not into it, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. He liked to watch the others, bide his time and then come the final turn....launch and propel himself forward. It was amusing how he got such a kick out of passing horses and he had the stamina, power and the hindquarters to pull it off.
Adele talked converstaionally to the bay stallion as they concluded their warmup, his muscles loose and warm, ready for action. That's my boy.. He's ears stood alert as they approached the gates...he knew that play time was over.
They loaded without a hitch and then waited...Adele just smiled.
The gates opened with a sound of rushing wind and they were off, albeit, not the fastest break on record, but it didn't bother her...they ran from the back anyways....let the competition think them slow...they knew better in the end.
Long legs, moved effortlessly as the bay stallion cruised with ease and power. She held him for two furlongs, before feeding him more of his head and he willingly upped his pace at a steady rate. Good boy.
Four furlongs into the exercise and he was running fresh...Adele finally gave him his head and tapped him. Head flung forward and his powerful long legs began to fully extend, eating up the turf. He loved the turf under his hooves and the sensation of passing imaginary foes the pole markers his enemy as he whizzed by taking them down, one by one.
Adele slowly brought the bay to a halt, he tossed his head regally asking for more...but Adele kept her hand firm. Good boy...good.
She pointed the colt towards the exit to go cool him off. This was the year....she could feel it, but more importantly so did Ian. There was just a simple confidence about his motion, his steps...Let the competition over look the innocent because it would be the innocent passing by the competition...one by one, by one...
