Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2012 6:10:12 GMT -5
The year before, Isa had spent most of his time on the dirt and had not been unsuccessful. He finished the season with a second in the Breeder's Cup Juvenile - something to be proud of. Then, he returned to the track with style as a three year old as he took on the turf track. He'd raced three times this season, all three races being on the turf, and he had won every time. Then disaster had struck. Victory Gallop Stables, where he had been for almost a year, collapsed and he was brought back to Silver Stride Stables and his original jockey, Jacob. For a month, the jockey had been working with the colt to rebuild there bond and he felt that they were finally ready to hit the track once more.
The Coronation Cup was a major race for three year olds over twelve furlongs on the turf. The entrants were likely to go on to race in the turf triple crown, and this race presented the first true challenge for the horses who had it in their sights. Silver Stride Stables had yet to decide if Isa would take on the triple crown, or the turf triple crown, but knew the colt needed to get back on the track if they wanted to stand a chance. So it was that they would head for the Coronation Cup and, with any luck, they would be able to show themselves for the powerful contenders that Jake felt they were.
Now, Isa was only one win away from grade two and had an eighty-two percent consistency. He was a confident, powerful three year old with a strong competitive streak and some great closing speed behind him. Yes, he had moved again. Yes, he's taken some time to readjust, but it was clear that he was ready to be back on the track and so he would be.
The chestnut colt was behaving better now that he was settled in. Generally, he did as was asked of him without any issues. Occasionally he would get cheeky, but generally he had calmed down and would focus. Especially on the track, as the colt knew well that these workouts were about preparing for competition. He had the strength and the talent behind him, he had a strong team and now he needed to be thrown against the best. Lucas loaded the small thoroughbred into the starting gate and patted the muscular haunches as the shutters were closed. The colt rose his head, and Jacob rose in the stirrups. "This is it, Isa. Soon, you'll be on the track again. Prove you're ready."
The gates opened and it was on. The chestnut colt broke confidently onto the turf track, his pace below average as they moved up the first two furlongs of the eight furlong track. Jacob guided the colt to the rail and settled into the colt's pace with ease, his mind clear as they moved forwards. He imagined, come race day, that he would need to pull the colt back a little so that they would remain behind Infinite Warcry, while Passionate Flyer led alone. Jacob watched the track and then pushed Isa a little. This was where they would make up the distance that Passionate Flyer had been able to put between them, pressing up the turf a little more quickly now although still not going exactly flat. Still, he could imagine as the gap closed little by little and then they were in the stretch.
Jacob cracked the crop against the colt's rump and drove him, hard. They were fighting for the win, they would not give an inch as they battled with Infinite Warcry. He could imagine Passionate Flyer starting to tire as they drew even and a three way finish on the line. In his mind, Isa would be victorious but he knew nothing was certain and it was only hope. Nothing was ever certain in racing.
The Coronation Cup was a major race for three year olds over twelve furlongs on the turf. The entrants were likely to go on to race in the turf triple crown, and this race presented the first true challenge for the horses who had it in their sights. Silver Stride Stables had yet to decide if Isa would take on the triple crown, or the turf triple crown, but knew the colt needed to get back on the track if they wanted to stand a chance. So it was that they would head for the Coronation Cup and, with any luck, they would be able to show themselves for the powerful contenders that Jake felt they were.
Now, Isa was only one win away from grade two and had an eighty-two percent consistency. He was a confident, powerful three year old with a strong competitive streak and some great closing speed behind him. Yes, he had moved again. Yes, he's taken some time to readjust, but it was clear that he was ready to be back on the track and so he would be.
The chestnut colt was behaving better now that he was settled in. Generally, he did as was asked of him without any issues. Occasionally he would get cheeky, but generally he had calmed down and would focus. Especially on the track, as the colt knew well that these workouts were about preparing for competition. He had the strength and the talent behind him, he had a strong team and now he needed to be thrown against the best. Lucas loaded the small thoroughbred into the starting gate and patted the muscular haunches as the shutters were closed. The colt rose his head, and Jacob rose in the stirrups. "This is it, Isa. Soon, you'll be on the track again. Prove you're ready."
The gates opened and it was on. The chestnut colt broke confidently onto the turf track, his pace below average as they moved up the first two furlongs of the eight furlong track. Jacob guided the colt to the rail and settled into the colt's pace with ease, his mind clear as they moved forwards. He imagined, come race day, that he would need to pull the colt back a little so that they would remain behind Infinite Warcry, while Passionate Flyer led alone. Jacob watched the track and then pushed Isa a little. This was where they would make up the distance that Passionate Flyer had been able to put between them, pressing up the turf a little more quickly now although still not going exactly flat. Still, he could imagine as the gap closed little by little and then they were in the stretch.
Jacob cracked the crop against the colt's rump and drove him, hard. They were fighting for the win, they would not give an inch as they battled with Infinite Warcry. He could imagine Passionate Flyer starting to tire as they drew even and a three way finish on the line. In his mind, Isa would be victorious but he knew nothing was certain and it was only hope. Nothing was ever certain in racing.