Post by Dante on Aug 1, 2012 15:21:47 GMT -5
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LADY OPHELIA
workout with
ERIN TRUBELL
for the
SPRING CUP GRADE FIVE DIRT[/b]
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Another Spring Cup was coming, and, pun intended, it was time to Spring into action. At the age of four, Erin was hoping Ophelia's insanity would be countered by maturity and Erin own knowledge of how to deal with the horse. She was hoping for the best, and so far, she'd done pretty well. But that was not a reason to stop working, as Tobias would say. So she wasn't going to, even if Connor had decided to text her and say he wasn't going to show. She'd just gone and harassed Skylark, who'd been at the track all morning, to do it.
"I don't know a lot of what you and Connor get up to, and I mean it in the most platonic way possible, and in regards to work, since I know you'd take that wrong." Skylark sounded exhausted, and Erin did feel a little bad for making him work some more. But this was the job. It wasn't her fault Connor didn't show. It was Connor's, and if Skylark had a problem, he ought to beat the other man with one of his prosthetic legs.
"Just keep the time, I'll run her as we do. Then, go take a nap under the grandstands of something." Erin clambered onto Ophelia, who was dancing about. The mounting was not so graceful, but the lithe, tall jockey did get on and stay there as she swung the cremello mare to the gates. This cup would be interesting, and Ophelia would have to keep what of her wits she had about her. That's why they were here. To make this second nature for her, to keep her going strong, even if she did get rather brainless.
The gates sprung open, and with them, the horse and jockey. The two looked very large, between Ophelia's hulking, stallion-like frame and Erin's size. Erin supposed it could play to their advantage, to be an intimidating presence of the track. She kept Ophelia on the outside through, as she knew the mare would dogfight and if that happened it could mess up the race, so it was best to keep her away and ahead of the crowds. Ophelia didn't play nice, she played onto to run fast, and it seemed to Erin the mare rather die than lose. The dirt was churned up in their wake, as Ophelia snorted and ran, muscles rippling.
They took the curve tight, like they always did, and not only did that action save off seconds, it could potentially cut people off. Which was rude but not illegal, and Erin Trubell had never claimed to be nice. She was that jockey with the cigarette in her mouth, the red lipstick and attitude, and she loved it. In that way, Ophelia just fit her. They were going to carve something out for themselves, despite being a little insane and a little bit wild. They'd make it work.
At about seven furlongs, Erin really let Ophelia go. She didn't hold the mare back much at the best of time, and now she kept only enough rein to steer a little, and added the stick. The make pinned back her cream-colored ears in concentration, and possibly little anger at the stick, but she listened to it and sped up. In a race, Erin hoped moving up fast would be about to out power the closer's final rush. She knew one other entry, Golden Ghost, was a powerful closer, and she had to anticipate and overpower him and Tobias Lancaster, which was going to be an interesting task. Tobias was a tactical genius, but he was riding a green horse. On the contrary, Erin was riding a seasoned nutcase at the front.
They would just have to see what won out, she supposed, as she crossed the post that marked ten furlongs and decelerated, eventually going back to Skylark, who looked half-asleep. "Soooooo," She asked. "Who's time was faster? Mine or Golden Ghost's?"
"Not telling." Skylark said with a grin. "You'll find out after the cup, now won't you?"-----------------------
WORKOUT STATS
words| 675
workout surface| Dirt
distance| 10 furlongs
horse| Lady Ophelia
jockey| Erin Trubell
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