Post by Dante on Aug 1, 2012 14:27:44 GMT -5
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GOLDEN GHOST
workout with
TOBIAS LANCASTER
for the
SPRING CUP GRADE FIVE DIRT[/b]
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They were going to push Golden Ghost, but they wouldn't be dong it if they didn't think the colt could handle it. Tobias was on the track for the second time in the same day, after prepping Devil's Crusade for the Spring Cup. Golden Ghost was also going to the Spring Cup, in the grade five dirt race. It wasn't going to be the easiest race, and Tobias wasn't' sure what to expect of it, but he knew Ghost would try his hardest. The flashy colt liked the limelight, and he ran for attention. Winning was attention of the highest degree, and he liked that. It was that simple for the colt. It was Tobias who busied himself with strategy and actions and thoughts, not the fame. The fame would only come with hard work, nor was it what he was after.
Skylark was already waiting in the stands with a stopwatch, so Tobias hopped on via fencepost and started for the gate. Ten furlongs, on the dirt. They got into the gate, and the little thoroughbred pawed and tossed his head while in there.
Then....bam! Golden Ghost broke a little late, but he was a closer, so hopefully it could be made up later on. If races started without a gate, Tobias was sure the little guy could frontrun, but as it stood, they moved him as a closer, and a late-stage one at that. He had amazing acceleration for a stayer horse, and they intended to use that to their advantage to get the results they wanted.
The duo hung back as they ran, and Tobias imagined a field before him. They were one of the first entries in it, along with Prison Hill Lady Ophelia. She would be running up front and out of the way, which was good. That mare was amazingly aggressive (and so was her jockey) and Tobias didn't want to get into a dogfight on a horse that stood just above 15 hands. That was asking for trouble, after all. The curve came in at six furlongs, and Tobias felt weird waiting. He was so used to making a move by now, or just after this, but with Ghost he had to wait. He noted that one ear of the palomino sabino was tilted back, as though listening for Tobias, though Tobias wasn't saying a word. The other was twisted forwards. He was waiting for a cue, and soon Tobias Lancaster would be giving him one.
Eight furlongs now....eight and a half...now! At the ninth, when it would look like Golden Ghost was out of the running, they struck. It was like breaking from the gate all over again, but doing it better the second time around. He short forwards, and Tobias moved him off the rail to where he'd have a clear shot forwards as Golden Ghost stuck out his head and accelerated. The colt was fairly muscular, but he still needed improvement. Tobias could practically feel the effort and the stain that Golden Ghost was putting into this, to go forwards, to win, and to take down the challenge with flying colors. Tobias had to admire the colt's spirit, and with work, his body would soon be toned and ready to take down anything, Tobias was sure.
They crossed the ten furlong marker and slowed down, the gold and white body of Ghost sweaty despite the cool morning. They walked back to Skylark, who nodded. To Tobias' amusement, the trainer had a Monster himself. "I'm taking a leaf out of your book." Skylark said to the bemused look. "And putting a number down in this one." He tapped the notebook, "A good number, too. Now get a cooler on that colt."-----------------------
WORKOUT STATS
words| 620
workout surface| Dirt
distance| 10 furlongs
horse| Golden Ghost
jockey| Tobias Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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