Post by Dante on Oct 10, 2012 0:33:02 GMT -5
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IMMA ZOMBIE
workout with
MOSES LANCASTER
for the
SUMMER CUP; GRADE 5 DIRT[/b]
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From short and mediocre to budding, Imma Zombie's three year old season had changed dramatically. She was slow to get going, but once the filly got going, she was a hard one to stop, it seemed. Two wins in a short span of time, and she'd come up to be a fair competitor among the G5's. Moses wouldn't say she was the best in the pool, but she was decent, and so they were headed into the Summer Cup. Ten furlongs, on the dirt. They could do this. They got into the gate and the brown filly's ears were pricked forwards, then back, and pinned right down as the gates opened.
The duo shot forwards, living up to Zombie's reputation as a frontrunner. She was a fast zombie, something the video game community considered unfair - fast zombies were wickedly hard to kill, or, with work, wickedly hard to catch. Moses could make no claims that the filly was about to break land speed records, but they would give it their best shot. The dirt flew up behind them, and Moses brought her right up to the rail. The filly was a wild card, and he wasn't sure if he would put her against the rail in the race, but there was a good chance of it. The rail was something stable, something that the eccentric Zombie could cling to and become familiar with. If she felt like it.
It was quite a feeling to have the summer air in his face as they thundered along. Zombie might have been only three, but she moved fluidly. She was trying hard, and giving it her all, Moses knew, but from the outside, it looked quite as though the filly wasn't trying. Her strides were very long for a horse her size, and while that could mess her up on any non-flat course (be it a steeplechase or a hunter course), it would lend itself out to her staying power. Longer strides meant more ground with slightly less speed, which was speed kept in her reserve for the final push. And with each work, they hoped that it would help. Moses just hoped it would lend itself to show she did in the Summer Cup, where he felt she was going in as the underdog. She was up against some well bred horses and some accomplished ones. She was an eccentric, a textbook definition of a Prison Hill horse...and that was what made Moses spur her on, adding the stick and getting her to speed up along the turf. They would prove that they could run, regardless of their reputation.
The fire of competition was alive in the eyes of jockey, and the filly under him as they came out of the curve, still rail hugging. In the morning light, Zombie seemed not to mind being so close to the rail. Hopefully, in the upcoming Summer Cup, it would be the same thing. Any time they could gain would be good for them.
Moses urged her along, giving her the stick and more of her head, which she gleefully took and ran with. Now eight furlongs in, they were giving the final push to stay in the lead. Frontrunning was hard in that sense. It was simple strategically, but required vast reserved of determination for horse and rider alike. He urged her on mentally, and it was almost as though she heard him, as off her went like a nut, a final dash for the wire.
They crossed it at a blinding speed, and Moses hoped it was good enough. He got a thumbs up from Connor from where the trainer sat, and he flashed a thumbs up back. They were looking good, but would it be enough? Only time would tell.
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WORKOUT STATS
words| 630
workout surface| Dirt
distance| 10 furlongs
horse| Imma Zombie
jockey| Moses Lancaster
type| closed workout (do not reply)
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