Post by Dante on Sept 30, 2012 14:48:39 GMT -5
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ROYAL ASSASSIN
workout with
ERIN TRUBELL
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"Demolish them." Were Connor's only words of advice to Erin, who nodded, a sly smile on her red lips. She knew what that meant. Atop the Royal Red Richard son, Royal Assassin, 'destroy them' meant play the part of the villain, something Erin was more than happy to to. They leaded the bay colt into the gate, and she looked out over the dirt, grinning to herself as she lowered down her goggles. She would be more than happy to destroy them all, and laugh while the world burned. Sadly, this wasn't fully exaggerated. But thankfully, none of the plans for this five furlong dirt race involved arson. Just a little...pushiness.
The gates opened, and Prince broke quickly. Erin crouched down low, and brought the colt right up to the rail, early on. However, if anyone took this as an invitation to box them, they would be unpleasantly surprised. They'd find Prince going towards them, not getting stuck to the rail. In fact, Erin and Prince's key strategy, even in a short sprint, was ground control. The frontrunner would keep the area clear. It wasn't illegal -they had no plans to touch anyone else, just get close - just a low blow, to try to nudge over anyone who came close. It was like boxing, but more violent, and Erin didn't give a flying pig about what anyone had to say about her style.
Royal Assassin moved fluidly, and Erin worked him on moving laterally as well, keeping him agile and ready to move to keep the competition behind them, before giving a final burst for speed at four furlongs. That was where the destroyer tactic came to an end, and the supersprint began. Everyone would be dashing, and Prince was no exception. In a race this short, dominating the beginning was important simply because at the end, everyone was doing the same mad dash for the finish - they didn't have a choice in the matter. Erin have the stick and kept Prince going strong, right across that five furlong line. They would do this or die trying, the could make it or break a leg, but Erin didn't care. This would was full of extremes. That was what made it fun, that's what made races fun. Short or long, they were never going to be safe from her tricks, and she hoped that they would let her climb out on top of the pack.
Connor was waiting with a cigarette in his mouth, smoke wafting up around him. He looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep at all, but he was nodding. "It looked good." He said simply. "Do it again when you race, and we might have a win on our hands."-----------------------
WORKOUT STATS
words| 455
workout surface| Dirt
distance| 5 furlongs
horse| Royal Assassin
jockey| Erin Trubell
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