Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2013 21:44:07 GMT -5
Horse: Quizzical
Rider: Lucy McCummins
For: December Maiden Dirt
Rider: Lucy McCummins
For: December Maiden Dirt
The air was cool and breezy when Lucy stepped outside. The sun had yet to show it's face over the mountains. The pastures were cloaked in morning dew, the aftermath of last night's rain. The stables were silent, pastures empty. Lucy got the farm for cheap. The former owner passed away. She came on late in the season, but she knew, one day, champions would fill the stalls.
Lucy passed the stud barn, its doors shut and locked tight. The broodmare barn was next, which would hopefully have a few occupants for the next season. Just past the weanling/yearling barn was the racing stock barn. That's where The Izz had a stall. Izzy had never been raced. He wasn't given the opportunity. Lucy would be giving him that opportunity. She knew what he had in him. She had formed a bond with the colt. A bond nobody could break.
A loud snort echoed as she slid open the barn door. Then, a shrill whinny. It was Izzy. Lucy took a step inside and smiled when she saw the big, goofy colt at his stall door. His muscles rippled. He seemed to have a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He knew it was HIS time. He started bounding from side to side when Lucy picked his halter up.
He pranced out of his stall as she lead him to the cross ties. He was ready. She brushed him down, making his dark bay coat gleam in the barn light. Lucy went to the tack room to get a saddle and bridle. Izzy stomped his hooves when she reappeared. She just smiled at him.
Once tacked, Lucy mounted and rode him out to the dirt oval. It was sloppy, but it didn't matter to Izzy. He loved it whether it was dirt or mud. The race he was entered in was a furlong short of what he was comfortable with, but Lucy knew he would have no problem passing the competition and getting up there in time. He knew when it was his time to fly.
The made their way through the opening of the oval. Izzy started prancing, giving a show for anyone who was watching, but nobody was. "Easy big boy" Lucy said as she kept him collected. She wasn't going to give him rein, yet. She wanted to see what he could do.
She clucked him up to a slow jog. He snorted and bowed his head. His breathing was good. You could see his breathe blow out into the coolness. She could feel the power house underneath her. He was just fighting to break free. It was going to be a six furlong breeze. She wanted to see what he could do and make sure he could make a good time for the shorter distance.
Izzy jumped right into the canter on her command. His lead changes were flawless. He responded to every command, even when she tricked him back down to a trot and back up to the canter. Lucy was pleased. Izzy loved to please. He lived to please. Most importantly, he lived to run. Run fast.
A starting gate was set up. Lucy wanted to see how he broke from it. She rode him in. The gate opened. He was slow to retreat, which was expected. She kept the reins gathered. Izzy knew what he was doing. Lucy let him run the way he wanted to. She felt the power under her. She felt what was ready to come out.
The final turn came quickly. Izzy had good speed. She gave him a little rein. He responded and quickened the pace. "That's it Izz! It's all you! Pass them! This is your race!" Lucy whispered. Izzy heard every word. His true colors spilled out. Chunks of mud flew up behind them and he tore down the stretch. The finish line was coming. He knew it. He kicked into another gear. He pounded down to the wire, barely breaking a sweat.
"Great job, big boy! That was amazing. You did it!" Lucy reached down and patted his neck as he slowed down into a trot. She was pleased with his run. She knew the furlong short wouldn't affect him in any way. She knew he had a great chance for his first race. He was going to please her very well.
"Everyone needs to Beware of the Izz" She said to herself with a smile.
Lucy passed the stud barn, its doors shut and locked tight. The broodmare barn was next, which would hopefully have a few occupants for the next season. Just past the weanling/yearling barn was the racing stock barn. That's where The Izz had a stall. Izzy had never been raced. He wasn't given the opportunity. Lucy would be giving him that opportunity. She knew what he had in him. She had formed a bond with the colt. A bond nobody could break.
A loud snort echoed as she slid open the barn door. Then, a shrill whinny. It was Izzy. Lucy took a step inside and smiled when she saw the big, goofy colt at his stall door. His muscles rippled. He seemed to have a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He knew it was HIS time. He started bounding from side to side when Lucy picked his halter up.
He pranced out of his stall as she lead him to the cross ties. He was ready. She brushed him down, making his dark bay coat gleam in the barn light. Lucy went to the tack room to get a saddle and bridle. Izzy stomped his hooves when she reappeared. She just smiled at him.
Once tacked, Lucy mounted and rode him out to the dirt oval. It was sloppy, but it didn't matter to Izzy. He loved it whether it was dirt or mud. The race he was entered in was a furlong short of what he was comfortable with, but Lucy knew he would have no problem passing the competition and getting up there in time. He knew when it was his time to fly.
The made their way through the opening of the oval. Izzy started prancing, giving a show for anyone who was watching, but nobody was. "Easy big boy" Lucy said as she kept him collected. She wasn't going to give him rein, yet. She wanted to see what he could do.
She clucked him up to a slow jog. He snorted and bowed his head. His breathing was good. You could see his breathe blow out into the coolness. She could feel the power house underneath her. He was just fighting to break free. It was going to be a six furlong breeze. She wanted to see what he could do and make sure he could make a good time for the shorter distance.
Izzy jumped right into the canter on her command. His lead changes were flawless. He responded to every command, even when she tricked him back down to a trot and back up to the canter. Lucy was pleased. Izzy loved to please. He lived to please. Most importantly, he lived to run. Run fast.
A starting gate was set up. Lucy wanted to see how he broke from it. She rode him in. The gate opened. He was slow to retreat, which was expected. She kept the reins gathered. Izzy knew what he was doing. Lucy let him run the way he wanted to. She felt the power under her. She felt what was ready to come out.
The final turn came quickly. Izzy had good speed. She gave him a little rein. He responded and quickened the pace. "That's it Izz! It's all you! Pass them! This is your race!" Lucy whispered. Izzy heard every word. His true colors spilled out. Chunks of mud flew up behind them and he tore down the stretch. The finish line was coming. He knew it. He kicked into another gear. He pounded down to the wire, barely breaking a sweat.
"Great job, big boy! That was amazing. You did it!" Lucy reached down and patted his neck as he slowed down into a trot. She was pleased with his run. She knew the furlong short wouldn't affect him in any way. She knew he had a great chance for his first race. He was going to please her very well.
"Everyone needs to Beware of the Izz" She said to herself with a smile.