Post by LK on Mar 31, 2015 20:01:15 GMT -5
RIDGECREST && KALLIE SULLIVAN
MAJESTIC HERO && CLINTON WARD
SOUTHERN PEACH && ISABELLE NOTTINGHAM
WORKOUT LENGTH = 8 FURLONGS
EXPECTED ORDER = RIDGECREST (PRECEDER), JESTER (STALKER), SOUTHERN PEACH (CLOSER)
Kallie gazed at the bright red mare with acute affection. Peaches and her had grown a rather fond relationship for each other in the short amount of time the two year old had been racing. Seeing the mare get tacked up by another was enough to send a sharp jolt of jealousy through the girl, something that happened on a regular basis when things did not go her way. She was just about to snap at the older jockey for cinching the girth too fast, but held her tongue long enough for the mare to swing her head around, ears pinned, warning the blonde woman.
Bella jumped back, nearly dodging the teeth that flashed out at her arm. It was going to be an interesting day if the golden mare kept acting the way she was, which was not in a friendly way. She looked up as she was tightening the girth, Kallie was glaring at her in an unfriendly way, but not openly hostel. I take it she's a tad girthy? The lithe woman smiled at the younger jockey as she buckled the girth on a loose hole, and waited for them to move out so she could tighten it more as the filly walked.
The brunette shook her head and swore at the whole idea in the first place. I don't like this whole idea of switching jockeys with Peaches, I mean, she's doing just fine with me, why switch it? Felicity had approached them this morning with a new training plan for the two year old. Instead of having Kallie ride Southern Peach in the workout like usual, she wanted Bella to try her out instead. Of course, the younger jockey would still be astride her other temperamental mount. The grey colt nudged her arm, as if he could read her thoughts. Kallie smiled and patted him on his nose, making a soft cooing noise that helped settle more nerves than her own.
Their conversation was cut short as they heard a scattering of gravel and a big bay scrambled into view at the end of the barn. Clinton Ward stuck his head around the corner and frowned when he realized the two jockeys and horses were still inside. I swear, all you women are exactly the same. Always taking your time. Will you hurry up? Without waiting for a reply, Clinton turned the bay stallion and trotted out to the track, more than eager to get the workout over with.
Bella sighed and clucked to Peaches, annoyed she was having to hustle on account of the "grumpy old man", as he was nicknamed. Clinton had been there for almost four months now and so far had shown he was in no mood to wait for anyone or anything. Only once or twice had the jockey shown any kindness around the stable. And today was not going to be one of those days.
The three horses were more than ready as they met on the home straightaway, all stretched after their routine of warming up. They were going to work the horses for 8 furlongs, hitting the middle distance for the two turf and dual surfaced filly. It was expected that Southern Peach would have the advantage, given her sprinter tendencies and ability to hold out over the longer distances. Ridgecrest would have to be pushed to get into his running style quick enough to catch the other two runners. Jester, on the other hand, would probably pick one of the horses to run into the ground before snatching the lead.
The horses settled easily into their floating strides after being released without a starting gate. As predicted, Jester almost immediately settled behind one of the younger two and pushed them to the front of the small group. Ridgecrest proved to be a formidable opponent and kept the pace rather quick, proving his versatility of being a preceeder. Peaches pulled up the rear, being quite comfortable being last, waiting for her chance to spring up on the leaders when they tired.
Around the track the went, none of the racers giving up their positions. Bella was watching the golden filly's mane flap elegantly in the wind. The jockey was amazed at the amount of power behind her narrow shoulders, it was rather deceiving for a two year old. Peaches was tugging on her arms, wanting to move ahead as a sprinter, but Bella held her back. Not yet sweet girl, we have to wait for those two to make up their minds. Ears flicked back, listening to the rider, but the tugging continued, eager to take the lead as they headed back to the homestretch.
Jester and Ridge were indeed having a silent argument up ahead, their jockeys just as determined to out-do the other as the horses were. Clinton was holding the bay stallion back as they hounded the grey colt and his rider. It was better to wear down the competitors before using up your own strength in the race. It was a rule-of-thumb Clinton had ridden by for his jockey career and even overruled aboard front runners. Jester was relaxed, his ears flopped slightly as he bounded behind the younger colt, but was still very aware of his rider and the filly trailing behind.
Kallie was mad. She should have known Clinton would push them to the front and force them to lead the workout. She knew it was his way of testing her; he still did not consider her as a career jockey and probably never would. Ridge's jockey was currently attempting to hold him back, trying to save his energy for later when it was most important. The grey colt was fighting her but responded to her touch, backing off enough to keep the older horse just off his flank. She could barely see Peaches trailing in the rear, her favorite spot in the pack.
The homestretch suddenly appeared ahead of them and the horses, sensing the end, kicked into a new gear, giving it their all. Jester surged ahead with just a notch let out of the reins, quickly gaining on the front runner. Ridge was going to put up a fight however, as he was pulling on Kallie, wanting to run flat for the last couple furlongs. Knowing that was the easiest way to injure a horse, she held him back just in front of Jester.
Neither one of them were paying attention to the chestnut in the rear. Peaches had finally convinced Bella it was time to go, and they were flying up the outside, gaining on the two leaders. Seeing no holes in between the colts, Bella steered her to the outside, which would loose time but gain in surprise. She kissed to the mare and they shot out past Jester, earning a glare from the older jockey. Having saved her energy most of the race, Peaches leaped up into the lead and continued to open up the gap between the other competitors.
Seconds later they were flying past the wire, with Peaches leading by a length. Ridgecrest and Jester were still fighting until the end, neither one of them opening up a gap on the other. Both women were satisfied with the run, their horses had done well with their workout. Clinton stalked back to the barn in his usual grumpiness. Jester trailed behind him, just happy he got the chance to run with other horses and ready for the next challenge.
MAJESTIC HERO && CLINTON WARD
SOUTHERN PEACH && ISABELLE NOTTINGHAM
WORKOUT LENGTH = 8 FURLONGS
EXPECTED ORDER = RIDGECREST (PRECEDER), JESTER (STALKER), SOUTHERN PEACH (CLOSER)
Kallie gazed at the bright red mare with acute affection. Peaches and her had grown a rather fond relationship for each other in the short amount of time the two year old had been racing. Seeing the mare get tacked up by another was enough to send a sharp jolt of jealousy through the girl, something that happened on a regular basis when things did not go her way. She was just about to snap at the older jockey for cinching the girth too fast, but held her tongue long enough for the mare to swing her head around, ears pinned, warning the blonde woman.
Bella jumped back, nearly dodging the teeth that flashed out at her arm. It was going to be an interesting day if the golden mare kept acting the way she was, which was not in a friendly way. She looked up as she was tightening the girth, Kallie was glaring at her in an unfriendly way, but not openly hostel. I take it she's a tad girthy? The lithe woman smiled at the younger jockey as she buckled the girth on a loose hole, and waited for them to move out so she could tighten it more as the filly walked.
The brunette shook her head and swore at the whole idea in the first place. I don't like this whole idea of switching jockeys with Peaches, I mean, she's doing just fine with me, why switch it? Felicity had approached them this morning with a new training plan for the two year old. Instead of having Kallie ride Southern Peach in the workout like usual, she wanted Bella to try her out instead. Of course, the younger jockey would still be astride her other temperamental mount. The grey colt nudged her arm, as if he could read her thoughts. Kallie smiled and patted him on his nose, making a soft cooing noise that helped settle more nerves than her own.
Their conversation was cut short as they heard a scattering of gravel and a big bay scrambled into view at the end of the barn. Clinton Ward stuck his head around the corner and frowned when he realized the two jockeys and horses were still inside. I swear, all you women are exactly the same. Always taking your time. Will you hurry up? Without waiting for a reply, Clinton turned the bay stallion and trotted out to the track, more than eager to get the workout over with.
Bella sighed and clucked to Peaches, annoyed she was having to hustle on account of the "grumpy old man", as he was nicknamed. Clinton had been there for almost four months now and so far had shown he was in no mood to wait for anyone or anything. Only once or twice had the jockey shown any kindness around the stable. And today was not going to be one of those days.
The three horses were more than ready as they met on the home straightaway, all stretched after their routine of warming up. They were going to work the horses for 8 furlongs, hitting the middle distance for the two turf and dual surfaced filly. It was expected that Southern Peach would have the advantage, given her sprinter tendencies and ability to hold out over the longer distances. Ridgecrest would have to be pushed to get into his running style quick enough to catch the other two runners. Jester, on the other hand, would probably pick one of the horses to run into the ground before snatching the lead.
The horses settled easily into their floating strides after being released without a starting gate. As predicted, Jester almost immediately settled behind one of the younger two and pushed them to the front of the small group. Ridgecrest proved to be a formidable opponent and kept the pace rather quick, proving his versatility of being a preceeder. Peaches pulled up the rear, being quite comfortable being last, waiting for her chance to spring up on the leaders when they tired.
Around the track the went, none of the racers giving up their positions. Bella was watching the golden filly's mane flap elegantly in the wind. The jockey was amazed at the amount of power behind her narrow shoulders, it was rather deceiving for a two year old. Peaches was tugging on her arms, wanting to move ahead as a sprinter, but Bella held her back. Not yet sweet girl, we have to wait for those two to make up their minds. Ears flicked back, listening to the rider, but the tugging continued, eager to take the lead as they headed back to the homestretch.
Jester and Ridge were indeed having a silent argument up ahead, their jockeys just as determined to out-do the other as the horses were. Clinton was holding the bay stallion back as they hounded the grey colt and his rider. It was better to wear down the competitors before using up your own strength in the race. It was a rule-of-thumb Clinton had ridden by for his jockey career and even overruled aboard front runners. Jester was relaxed, his ears flopped slightly as he bounded behind the younger colt, but was still very aware of his rider and the filly trailing behind.
Kallie was mad. She should have known Clinton would push them to the front and force them to lead the workout. She knew it was his way of testing her; he still did not consider her as a career jockey and probably never would. Ridge's jockey was currently attempting to hold him back, trying to save his energy for later when it was most important. The grey colt was fighting her but responded to her touch, backing off enough to keep the older horse just off his flank. She could barely see Peaches trailing in the rear, her favorite spot in the pack.
The homestretch suddenly appeared ahead of them and the horses, sensing the end, kicked into a new gear, giving it their all. Jester surged ahead with just a notch let out of the reins, quickly gaining on the front runner. Ridge was going to put up a fight however, as he was pulling on Kallie, wanting to run flat for the last couple furlongs. Knowing that was the easiest way to injure a horse, she held him back just in front of Jester.
Neither one of them were paying attention to the chestnut in the rear. Peaches had finally convinced Bella it was time to go, and they were flying up the outside, gaining on the two leaders. Seeing no holes in between the colts, Bella steered her to the outside, which would loose time but gain in surprise. She kissed to the mare and they shot out past Jester, earning a glare from the older jockey. Having saved her energy most of the race, Peaches leaped up into the lead and continued to open up the gap between the other competitors.
Seconds later they were flying past the wire, with Peaches leading by a length. Ridgecrest and Jester were still fighting until the end, neither one of them opening up a gap on the other. Both women were satisfied with the run, their horses had done well with their workout. Clinton stalked back to the barn in his usual grumpiness. Jester trailed behind him, just happy he got the chance to run with other horses and ready for the next challenge.
