Post by Dante on Aug 16, 2012 17:23:07 GMT -5
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CLASSIC NUTCASE
workout with
MOSES LANCASTER[/b]
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One start, one race. Bonkers second start was coming up, and so with it came a second workout. They'd condition her into shape, get her going, and watch her run. It might take a bit, but this dark bay filly had it in her blood, and so the Prison Hill crew was going to do their best.
"You know, I have a question." Connor said as he gave Moses a leg up onto the back of Classic Nutcase, who snorted and pawed and pulled at the bit. Once Moses was on, he stepped away from the filly and carried on, "Why is every female at Prison Hill crazy in some way? Besides boss-man's wife. I mean...Erin's crazy, Ophelia's crazy, Bonkers is crazy, Zombie is crazy and Morgana is crazy-smart."
"That's not every girl we have." Moses responded. "Though it is a weird pattern..." All the same, he had to think Connor and Skylark were also a little bit crazy even at the best of times, with how into their sport, or how into their booze, they could get.
"Close enough." Connor shrugged. "Okay, well, here's the deal. Nine furlongs, obviously we're on turf. Run her well, this is a schooling round. Keep her right in the middle, in the thick of things where she looked boxed, then pull her out. Always have an escape route. She's nimble and daring enough to pull anything off, if you can think of it, so get thinking like your brother, kiddo."
Connor went for the rail why Moses made for the gate, eyes looking out over the turf. It was midmorning, and a couple runs had already gone, the turf was slightly torn up and people were moving about. All the better, really. Bonkers would have to learn to run on cut-up turf if she was going to run right in the middle of the stampede for the most of the race, specially given she was a stayer, and the races were fairly long at shortest.
Once into the gate, Moses focused ahead, and the gates opened just moments after they got in. Bonkers broke faster than last time, and Moses moved her in about two horse spaces from the rail. Midrunning in a practice was somewhat hard, as there were no horses to box her up and get her used to that stress. But the little insane filly might not even notice...it was hard to tell what was going through her brain, such as now. One ear was forward, and one ear was pinned as though in anger or concentration. What this bipolar stance was supposed to mean, Moses had no idea, as the ear back was not put back in a way that she was listening to something. Oh, well. That was Bonkers for you. Just Bonkers, all the time. But not a menacing insanity. More of a happy-go-lucky, come what may sort of insanity, making her somewhat easy to work with; for Moses at least.
The filly wanted to pull away from him and go down the stretch, but he forced her back and down a bit at a time got her working with him, rather than fighting. It took a firm hand, but he was getting the hang of it, and so was she. Her footfalls were fairly steady, and she did like to run (whatever her ears might have been saying) if her fighting him was any indication. They were a bit shakey on the curve, though. There was be time to work on that, but she'd need to have it down. Taking the curve was important for a midrunner. Maybe not as important as some, but midrunners could easily fall in the middle of things if they weren't careful, and he rather not die, thank you very much.
They came out of the curve and were quickly into the seventh furlong. Now was the time to move. There were two furlongs left and Bonkers would have to maneuver quickly, quicker than her opponents expected of her, to not fall behind a field where everything was changing all at once.
The run finished with a little bit of bucking, and nearly throwing Moses as they came to a final stop, while Connor made marks on the clipboard. "It looks about right. Here's for hoping, right? We'll see how she goes."
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WORKOUT STATS
words| 721
workout surface| Turf
distance| 9 furlongs
horse| Classic Nutcase
jockey| Moses Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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