Post by Cruisey on Jul 18, 2015 15:14:09 GMT -5
SIREN CALL && DEVON BLACKTHORN
Purple Rose Stakes* Workout
Devon lifted his hand and stroked Siren on her well-muscled neck as they made their way down to the dirt track in preparation for the 2nd leg of the Triple Sprinter Tiara. Carter almost didn't have time to work the three-year old due to some uncalled for circumstances that required his immediate attention. But nevertheless, he took the crucial time out of his day to make sure the G2 filly was prepared. The small man mounted Siren gently, settling on her back as Carter led them out to the dirt. Knowing Siren was fully capable of running the two horse field, their workout was only going to be three fast furlongs.
As Carter went to stand by the rail, Devon waved to a few riders he recognized, who were off in the distance. Starting his workout, he guided Siren to the gates after trotting and cantering a bit. As soon as they were in, the filly tossed her head and snorted in anticipation, something she had never really gotten over as of yet. Siren was a hot horse, but she was smart and she knew what she was doing. Tightening his grip on the reins, he kept his eyes on the track in front of them; peering out between the tips of Siren's black-tipped ears. When the gates swung open, Siren did not break fast, but instead settled into a nice pace which would place her right in the middle, if not behind, Nirvana.
Devon could feel the pounding of the filly's hooves in the soft dirt and he could hear the sound of his horse breathing. His hands were almost numb from Siren pulling herself forward - faster and faster. Even now he was still bewildered at her impressive speed. It was time where they started to round the bend, and Siren was keeping a good pace for herself with almost no help from Devon. It was then that Devon started guessing the remaining distance left. He could see out of the corner of his eye the finish line, and Siren had her eyes locked on it as well. With another final burst of speed, Siren stretched out her stride, pushing forwards and onward as they crossed the finish line. Devon could feel Siren's chest heaving as her pace slowed, letting her stretch her neck long and low as he released the hold on her bit. It was a good one, and she was ready.
