Post by Dante on Jul 31, 2012 14:38:23 GMT -5
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GOLDEN GHOST
workout with
TOBIAS LANCASTER
for the
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Pretty boy had done surprisingly well - winning his very first start and putting him into the world of the grade fives faster than any Prison Hill horse; as fast as it was possible to do really. He had talent. The flashy palomino sabino had the ability to run, but now he had to polish it and catch on fast. "The horse like fame." Skylark said with a grin as he gave the 4'10" jockey a leg up onto the colt. "He likes to win, but he needs a pilot and that's where you come in, Tobias. Remember, you're up against two pretty strong horses, and one of them is Lady Ophelia and Erin." Prison Hill Stables was really beginning to blossom - it was rare they raced each other, but as a sign of their size, it was beginning to happen more and more. "But Ophelia and Sweet Inferno are both frontrunners and aggressive ones. Let them fight. I know Erin will try and use Ophelia's size to crush out competition, and he's small, so be careful. You know how Erin can be."
"Yeah. Oh yeah." Tobias laughed. Erin was a powder keg ready to explode at the best of times, it seemed. "We'll close out late like we did last time, fool them if we can. Right, flashy boy?" Golden Ghost pawed and tossed his head in response, and Tobias chuckled. "Right, full ten furlongs. Let's do this." They moved for the gates, and Tobias couldn't help but wonder just how small they looked, in the February morning. It was still somewhat misty, just after the sunrise, and Golden Ghost looked like just that. Of course, he probably also looked like a pony, as he was a hand below the average size of the racehorses. But, no matter. The little guy sometimes had the biggest bite.
They got into the gate relatively well, and Ghost snorted, head held high, as though he expect to be photographed right then and there. 'Overinflated ideas of fame' would be a fitting show name for this horse, Tobias thought with a smirk before pulling down his goggles. With a snap, the gates opened, and Ghost sprang out after them. He wasn't the fastest fellow when it came to breaking out of the gates, but as a closer, that wasn't so worrying. Besides, it would keep them out of the way of a six foot jockey on a nearly eighteen hand horse. Besides Ghost liked to build suspense.
They hung back to a nearly insane degree, as Tobias visualized the race before him. All they'd be able to see at this point is kicked up dirt and behinds but Tobias wasn't concerned. Ghost never broke fast from the gate, but ask him, and it was like he sprang out of nowhere, like a second start all together, and a sudden, mad dash for the finish. He'd look like he was out of the running, then he'd strike at the last furlong or so. It would also gibe the frontrunners ample time to tire themselves out and finish matters between them before he game out of the blue. Or gold, in the case of this two year old.
Once out of the curve, it was just a matter of counting down the furlongs. Seven...eight...Tobias moved Ghost off the rail a little now, out closer to the middle, where he'd have a clear, straight path. Nine furlongs - GO!
He gave Ghost his head and plenty of the stick, and it was like he just broke out of the gate against, but faster and better. Spurred on, it seemed, but the prospect of making crowds roar and looking flashy in a 'comeback' Golden Ghost took off white mane and tail streaming out behind him as dirt flew up and coated his equally white legs (the grooms must have hated the fact he ran on dirt!) and some of his belly. Tobias could feel the colt pulling desperately, straining and giving absolutely all the power he had into the final furlong, as Tobias imaged them pulling up and up and away.
The duo still had plenty of pep after crossing the ten furlong mark, but Tobias pulled him back down with a firm hand. They'd save everything else for the race, of course, and there was no need to keep on running.
"You waited quite a time." Skylark sounded bemused as he ran on over. "I was worried for a second you'd fallen asleep int he stirrups."
"No, just doing what he does best." Tobias replied. "And making it work."
"Showing off?"
"Showing off and succeeding in it, with any luck."-----------------------
WORKOUT STATS
words| 775
workout surface| Dirt
distance| 10 furlongs
horse| Golden Ghost
jockey| Tobias Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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