Post by Dante on Sept 23, 2012 14:46:43 GMT -5
-------------------------
CLASSIC NUTCASE
workout with
MOSES LANCASTER[/b]
-------------------------
[/center]
[/color][/b]
With one good, solid win behind her, Moses and Classic Nutcase were going into the grade five classes, and while the dark bay filly had the breeding and the skill, Moses didn't expect fireworks out of the blue. That would be silly! They'd simple have to work hard, and take whatever they could get - simple as that. If that meant third, it meant third. If it was last, it was last, and if it was first, well, even better. Moses knew better than to overestimate the horses he rode. Underestimating, to him, always led to better results, since they trained that much harder.
It was early morning and Moses was already mounted as Connor came up to the turf track. "'Ello Bonkers." He nodded to the filly, who was absorbed in sunning herself in the morning light. "And Moses, I suppose. We'll just give her a good, solid general work today. Ten furlongs, nice and solid."
"You're sure saying solid a lot." Moses remarked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe I just had a solid poop, and I'm thinking about it. Leave my language alone and get Bonkers on the track!" Connor snapped back. Moses rolled his eyes, but brought the filly along. It was time to go. She hadn't had many runs this year, but she had the talent to excel and Moses was going to give her the best chance at it. Her eyes were bright, and her motions almost 'snappy'. They were quick and sharp and sure, almost mincing in her walk to the gate. She was already chewing on the bit, ready to go. The filly was weird, but she had bonded well with Moses, who spent a lot of time with her even when they weren't working. A bond was essential, after all. She was similar to her dam in that she really only stuck to one person.
They got into the gate with a little bit of acting up - nothing unusual for a two year old, and Moses surveyed the track. It was, of course, empty. People typically didn't run up against the PHS crew, for whatever reasons; either App was out on the turf, or Connor was making obscene gestures, or they were out at odd hours. For once, it was the typical morning light, perfect time to practice.
With that, the gates opened, and out form it came Classic Nutcase and Moses Lancaster. They broke from the middle gate at middle speed, and that's what they both liked. The filly was a stunning looker, but she was headed for the midfield. She wasn't violently insane, just weird, and so running in the middle was something she didn't mind, but he weird antics and ear-pinning on occasion was enough to potentially throw sweeter midrunners off their game. For her part, the filly ran in anonymity, nothing to look at for three quarters of the race. It allowed her to get her head in the game, and for positions to settle down, which gave Moses the perfect time to sort out how they were going to come into their own near the end. All the nearer to front positions would be looking for closers coming up, and all the closers looking for the preceders mad ash. It was easy to get lost in it all as a midrunner, but also just as easy to come out and explode while everyone was preoccupied, and that was what Moses loved about the filly. She'd come out of the middle, and keep running like nothing else mattered.
They took the curve in at six furlongs, and Bonkers took it well. She held her head very high, almost giraffe-like. Silly girl. He hoped her head would drop in time, as she couldn't run all races in the manner of a giraffe. For this work, though, it would suffice, as she lowered it a bit around the corner once more.
The duo came to the seventh furlong, and that was when they moved. In the early morning light, dew still on the grass, the two pulled from the inside track to the outside a little, and began to accelerate. He could feel her breath, he knew each moment her hooves it the ground. That 'mince' at a walk was now a dexterous gallop, capable of the midrunner's most valuable 'attack' - the ability to weave between his or her opponents. Without the skill to maneuver, a midrunner could never succeed.
Horse and rider passed the ten furlong marker and slowed back down, as Moses reached forwards and gave Bonkers a pat. The filly had worked hard, and Moses was a bit optimistic. Their next race was the April Juvenile Faceoff, and while Bonkers went into it a little less experienced than the rest, her talent and practice, he felt, would shine through.
-----------------------
WORKOUT STATS
words| 804
workout surface| Turf
distance| 10 furlongs
horse| Classic Nutcase
jockey| Moses Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
[/blockquote][/blockquote]
