Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2013 6:21:34 GMT -5
Nebula was restless, and he had been for well over a week. Hotwalking and handily workouts were not enough for him, and the track works he'd had were geared more toward conditioning than burning off his incredible supply of energy. In the paddocks, all the colt seemed to do was try and challenge everyone and everything around him to a race. He loved to run, he lived for it. But it was not enough, still he paced in his stall and kicked at the door. Still he would dart to the barn door every time someone passed with tack, a hopeful gleam in his eye.
Jack understood where Lillith was coming from, keeping the colt on light exercise. They were in preparation for a major race and he'd produced nothing but second since arriving. She was thirsting for a win, determined to see him claim victory, and so the rest had began. But for a colt like Nebula, three weeks off of the track seemed to be torture. He longed to race, for competition, and the longer he was away from that world the less content he became.
The time for rest, however, was over and the much awaited race was quickly approaching and the Hawk Cup field was looking tough, all four entrants including Nebby being strong and proven sprinters. Certainly, it would be a competitive event and a real test. Of course, the grey colt would not be running if the trainer did not believe him to have it in him and having placed second on several occasions lately he would hopefully find that extra to finally claim a victory.
Given the field, it was likely that the grey colt would be running as a front runner - something he had shown in recent workouts that he was comfortable with doing. This would put him ahead of Demonic Desires and Manhattan Royalty, who both ran as preceders, and Paranormal Hunter who would have a clear advantage as a closer. Lucas knew the plan and had been preparing himself for a tough race, coming out this morning with the cold and determined look of someone who wasn't going to accept failure and handling the usually difficult colt with a sure confidence that even Nebby would not deny.
Despite a little fidgetting, the colt seemed calm in the gate. His brown eyes were fixed forwards, his audits upwards and alert. It was a good sign, and when the gates opened he flew from the stall out onto the turf with a powerful surge of speed which would put him ahead of his competition on race day before settling at a good, but not too quick speed with two furlongs ahead of him.
Lillith's plan was to keep the colt full of energy. He had shown his speeds improved when works were kept short and easy prior to a race and so they would not be pushing him today. He would go into this race ready - not hot, but clearly full of energy and ready to run and given how well he was running under the lithe jockey it seemed her plan might work... If they were lucky on race day. It would definitely do the colt's reputation a world of good if he could get a positive result.
Lucas shifted his weight slightly in the stirrups as he nudged the colt forwards a little, testing that he was responding as intended and Nebby seemed to press that little bit harder. The distance, however, was flying past and with them not going for that final gear it was a calm and relaxing workout. The jockey could feel the pent-up energy being released, the colt seeming to move more smoothly as the workout progressed and by the time they passed the post he was back to the smooth but powerful ride Lucas knew him to be. But did he have a Hawk Cup victory on the horizon?
Jack understood where Lillith was coming from, keeping the colt on light exercise. They were in preparation for a major race and he'd produced nothing but second since arriving. She was thirsting for a win, determined to see him claim victory, and so the rest had began. But for a colt like Nebula, three weeks off of the track seemed to be torture. He longed to race, for competition, and the longer he was away from that world the less content he became.
The time for rest, however, was over and the much awaited race was quickly approaching and the Hawk Cup field was looking tough, all four entrants including Nebby being strong and proven sprinters. Certainly, it would be a competitive event and a real test. Of course, the grey colt would not be running if the trainer did not believe him to have it in him and having placed second on several occasions lately he would hopefully find that extra to finally claim a victory.
Given the field, it was likely that the grey colt would be running as a front runner - something he had shown in recent workouts that he was comfortable with doing. This would put him ahead of Demonic Desires and Manhattan Royalty, who both ran as preceders, and Paranormal Hunter who would have a clear advantage as a closer. Lucas knew the plan and had been preparing himself for a tough race, coming out this morning with the cold and determined look of someone who wasn't going to accept failure and handling the usually difficult colt with a sure confidence that even Nebby would not deny.
Despite a little fidgetting, the colt seemed calm in the gate. His brown eyes were fixed forwards, his audits upwards and alert. It was a good sign, and when the gates opened he flew from the stall out onto the turf with a powerful surge of speed which would put him ahead of his competition on race day before settling at a good, but not too quick speed with two furlongs ahead of him.
Lillith's plan was to keep the colt full of energy. He had shown his speeds improved when works were kept short and easy prior to a race and so they would not be pushing him today. He would go into this race ready - not hot, but clearly full of energy and ready to run and given how well he was running under the lithe jockey it seemed her plan might work... If they were lucky on race day. It would definitely do the colt's reputation a world of good if he could get a positive result.
Lucas shifted his weight slightly in the stirrups as he nudged the colt forwards a little, testing that he was responding as intended and Nebby seemed to press that little bit harder. The distance, however, was flying past and with them not going for that final gear it was a calm and relaxing workout. The jockey could feel the pent-up energy being released, the colt seeming to move more smoothly as the workout progressed and by the time they passed the post he was back to the smooth but powerful ride Lucas knew him to be. But did he have a Hawk Cup victory on the horizon?