Post by creativecause on Jul 27, 2015 7:44:33 GMT -5
Champion
Call Me Crooked and Alex Shade
Workout For Superstar Sprint
Workout For Superstar Sprint
The days had begun to grow shorter, and racing was beginning to slow down as it often did after the triple crown races had been run. Although Crook didn't seem to notice, the shorter days and smaller crowds made no difference to her. Although she had peaked quite a bit of interest as she was a few days and seven furlongs from making racing history.
The pressure was there, as it always would be when having a horse of Crook's caliber. It wasn't every day you had a horse in her position. History certainly wasn't on her side, and the competition was starting to stack up. Daring Vision and Phantasm Frost were both going to be coming out guns blazing to ruin any chance Crook had at all at winning the Turf Triple Sprinter Crown. They were hard at work, but as was Crook. Crook quite enjoyed winning, as a horse that was the winner of half their starts would.
The Highway Stakes had been closer, but this time around it was a furlong longer, a different pace set up, and above all, it was Crooks preferred distance. Out of seven runs over seven furlongs, five of them had resulted in wins. However the change could also mean that Crook's chances would go down, but no one wanted to think like that. The whole crew was on the edge of their seats, the anticipation was so high. It had been a very wild ride and a great story, one that would be even greater if she did it too.
Crook squealed in delight as the track came into view, her eyes rimmed with white wildness, ears pricked. She had always been all about running and the track, and at times she would get so excited she couldn't control herself, thus whomever would be riding her at that time would be showing every ounce of horsemanship they had before the day was even over in a single mount.
"Take it easy, we aren't even on the track yet." Alex cooed to the filly and patted her on the neck as she pranced.
Rather than her pony leading her Crook was dragging hers behind her paying no mind to him. Alex was attempting to calm the filly down but once he got her under control she'd just do it again. He shook their pony off and trotted her out onto the turf track.
Her long body and legs pranced out onto the track, squealing and occasionally jumping straight up in the air. Alex had her flexed all the way to his stirrup at one point and still she continued to prance forward rather than stop. With all her misbehaving in just twenty minutes one would probably think todays work was going to be a disaster, but rather it made Alex extremely excited. With the energy on display currently it was probably true that the little bugger was going to be hard to hold back but it also meant she was about to run a bullet work. This amount of energy probably had something to do with the gate schooling she did a few days ago, or so Alex humored the thought. He lined her up at the marker pole and right as they got to it he let her loose and Crook hit the ground running.
Long powerful strides came out of the filly as effortlessly as taking a breath. Her mane was a dark flame whipping across the prairie grass. Crook looked every part the horse on the verge of winning the Turf Triple Sprinter Crown and there was little doubt and the minds of everyone at Grayson Meadows that she wouldn't. This had always been the dream with her, and although at times it seemed impossible it was a dream that was coming true one race at a time.
Alex held the filly back until she was at a controlled pace and she allowed him to. She was already halfway down the backstretch by the time he’d gotten her to that point. Her powerful legs tore up the turf and left it in her wake. Alex sat more as a passenger than a pilot, Crook did her own lead changes and her own slow acceleration, only every once in a while would Alex have to slow the filly down because she liked to go faster than he wanted her to at that current point in time. They flew into the final turn, neither showing much of a sign of slowing down. They flew through it and started their run onto the stretch.
"Let's go!" Alex called to the bay, leggy filly.
Alex let loose most of her reins and Crook was already moving. She extended her stride and was gaining more and more ground with every stride. She flew as if she had wings down the stretch, her feet barely touched the turf as she galloped through the air. Nostrils flared and ears perked Crook crossed the wire in a blur. Another solid work leading up to what could be quite the showdown. Alex patted the filly’s shoulder and they continued on to their rundown.
Crook was ready to face her competition, she was ready to mow them down in the stretch in a matter of strides, and above all, she was ready to make history.
The pressure was there, as it always would be when having a horse of Crook's caliber. It wasn't every day you had a horse in her position. History certainly wasn't on her side, and the competition was starting to stack up. Daring Vision and Phantasm Frost were both going to be coming out guns blazing to ruin any chance Crook had at all at winning the Turf Triple Sprinter Crown. They were hard at work, but as was Crook. Crook quite enjoyed winning, as a horse that was the winner of half their starts would.
The Highway Stakes had been closer, but this time around it was a furlong longer, a different pace set up, and above all, it was Crooks preferred distance. Out of seven runs over seven furlongs, five of them had resulted in wins. However the change could also mean that Crook's chances would go down, but no one wanted to think like that. The whole crew was on the edge of their seats, the anticipation was so high. It had been a very wild ride and a great story, one that would be even greater if she did it too.
Crook squealed in delight as the track came into view, her eyes rimmed with white wildness, ears pricked. She had always been all about running and the track, and at times she would get so excited she couldn't control herself, thus whomever would be riding her at that time would be showing every ounce of horsemanship they had before the day was even over in a single mount.
"Take it easy, we aren't even on the track yet." Alex cooed to the filly and patted her on the neck as she pranced.
Rather than her pony leading her Crook was dragging hers behind her paying no mind to him. Alex was attempting to calm the filly down but once he got her under control she'd just do it again. He shook their pony off and trotted her out onto the turf track.
Her long body and legs pranced out onto the track, squealing and occasionally jumping straight up in the air. Alex had her flexed all the way to his stirrup at one point and still she continued to prance forward rather than stop. With all her misbehaving in just twenty minutes one would probably think todays work was going to be a disaster, but rather it made Alex extremely excited. With the energy on display currently it was probably true that the little bugger was going to be hard to hold back but it also meant she was about to run a bullet work. This amount of energy probably had something to do with the gate schooling she did a few days ago, or so Alex humored the thought. He lined her up at the marker pole and right as they got to it he let her loose and Crook hit the ground running.
Long powerful strides came out of the filly as effortlessly as taking a breath. Her mane was a dark flame whipping across the prairie grass. Crook looked every part the horse on the verge of winning the Turf Triple Sprinter Crown and there was little doubt and the minds of everyone at Grayson Meadows that she wouldn't. This had always been the dream with her, and although at times it seemed impossible it was a dream that was coming true one race at a time.
Alex held the filly back until she was at a controlled pace and she allowed him to. She was already halfway down the backstretch by the time he’d gotten her to that point. Her powerful legs tore up the turf and left it in her wake. Alex sat more as a passenger than a pilot, Crook did her own lead changes and her own slow acceleration, only every once in a while would Alex have to slow the filly down because she liked to go faster than he wanted her to at that current point in time. They flew into the final turn, neither showing much of a sign of slowing down. They flew through it and started their run onto the stretch.
"Let's go!" Alex called to the bay, leggy filly.
Alex let loose most of her reins and Crook was already moving. She extended her stride and was gaining more and more ground with every stride. She flew as if she had wings down the stretch, her feet barely touched the turf as she galloped through the air. Nostrils flared and ears perked Crook crossed the wire in a blur. Another solid work leading up to what could be quite the showdown. Alex patted the filly’s shoulder and they continued on to their rundown.
Crook was ready to face her competition, she was ready to mow them down in the stretch in a matter of strides, and above all, she was ready to make history.