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Junior String - Yearlings
Rising Wonder "Kent"
By The Rising out of No Wonder
Turf 9-12F Y15 Chestnut Colt

Icarus Flight "Iggy"
By Forbidden To Fly out of Sizzling Dawn
Dirt 5-10F Y15 Grey Filly

Sweet Talker "Pie"
By Immortal Flight out of Strictly Speaking
Dirt 8-11F Y15 Bay Filly

Oh The Irony "Irony"
By Comeuppance out of The Prize
Turf 9-12F Y15 Dark Bay Filly



Lousiana Blues "Lulu"
By Jazzaway out of Santana's Moment
Dirt 7-10F Y15 Bay Filly

Beyond Constellation  "Astral"
By Beyond His Candy
out of Testimonal Circumstances
Dirt 8-11F Y15 Grey Filly

Juvenile String - 2 Year Olds
Key West "Keywe"
By Key To Flight out of Strike The Win
Dirt 9-12F Y14 Bay Colt

Rise Me Gold "Miss Gold"
By The Rising out of Glitter Me Gold
Dirt 9-12F Y14 Bay Filly



Classic String - 3 Year Olds
Muggathugga "Mugs"
Foundation
Maiden
Dirt 9-12F Y13 Bay Colt

Escape Artist "Houdini"
Foundation
Grade Five
Dual 5-9F Y13 Bay Colt

Sylvanite "Syvlia"
By Prize Me Proud out of Gold Digger
Dual 9-12 Y13 Bay Filly


Senior String - 4 Years+
Mardi Gras "Mardi"
Foundation
Dual 9-12F Y11 Black Filly



Youngstock - 0-11months
Truth Teller "Tommy"
By All For Glory out of Loose Truth
Turf 8-11F Y16 Grey Colt

Optimus Prime "Prime"
By Optimus Unstoppable
Out of Point Away
Dirt 7-10F Y16 Bay Colt

KissMeImFrench "Frenchie"
By Foolish Lad out of Oui Oui Merci
Turf 9-12F Y16 Bay Filly

Jersey Glory "Glory"
By Dreaming Of Glory out of Forgettaboutit
Dirt 9-12F Y16 Filly

Speedy Tomcat "Tomcat"
By Speed Rush out of Tricky Cat
Turf 5-8F Y16 Dk Bay Colt

Breeding Division - Bleu Star 
This Means War "Sarge"
By Native Flame out of Ashanti
Grade Four
Dirt 9-12F Y8 Stallion

Oui Oui Merci "Lassie"
Maiden
Turf 5-9F Y7 Chestnut Mare

Point Away "Queen"
Grade One
Dirt 5-12F Y4 Grey Mare

Tricky Cat "Cat"
Foundation
Unraced
Turf 5-8F Y11 Chestnut Mare

Forgettaboutit "Star"
Foundation
Maiden
Dirt 9-12F Y8 Dk Bay Mare

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last post: november 27, 2015

This thread is for IC stable posts and horse workouts/preps from the perspective of Kimberly Kenny, owner of KC Racing

For stable updates check out the official KC Racing website, and for news articles refer to GHF's The Gallop.

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Now you won’t even pick up my calls. Instead of you, I hear a dull voice. There are always hard days, but you can’t win over that moment and you look for an alternative. "Let’s take some time," when I heard that, I understood it exactly as it sounded. That we should take some time.



How could you be so fine? How could you trample on me? I see your smiling face as you completely forgot about me, as you’re being so happy.



How is he? Is he better than me? Did he erase all your memories about me? Yes, your happiness is all that matters. No, I’m not gonna tell a lie like that. Why should I wish you happiness, when you’re the one who left me? I don’t give a -



Congratulations, you’re so amazing. Congratulations, how could you be so fine? How could you trample on me? I see your smiling face, I guess you forgot everything. When you said "let’s take some time." When you said "let’s think about it." You looked into my eyes and made me believe you like this.



Seriously wow girl congratulations. It didn’t take you long, you’re such a hotshot. Huh, I saw your picture on the internet  - are you that happy? Your smile goes up to your ears. For me, my heart still hurts every time I breathe, but it’s good that you’ll never be in pain. Because even if you break up with him, you’ll just start a new love again.



Congratulations, how could you do this? Congratulations, you won’t ever come back to me. I don’t even expect it. I don’t know how well you’ll live without me. When you said "let’s take some time." When you said "let’s think about it." You trapped me inside this waiting, and only you are free.



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[attr="class","congrats"] KC Racing entry #1 for the love of horses Horses Featured/Mentioned: Sylvanite, Mardi Gras, Beyond Constellation, Muggathugga, Optimus Prime w/ dam Point Away Also Featuring: Kimberly Kenny, and trainer, John Murchinson, Broodmare Manager, Jasmine Wreath It had not been very long since acquiring the G1 broodmare, Point Away, a couple of months at most. The mare was quite the character and had all the makings of being a great mother to future foals. Point Away, dubbed Queen at the stables, had only had one foal previously, Jazzaway after that she had been kept out of foal for several years by her previous owner. Kim only hoped that she hadn't gotten a bad deal with a horse who could no longer reproduce (not that she would get rid of her because of that reason). She had found a favorite in Witch Creek's Optimus Unstoppable, a superb and strong stud that had won the Winter and Summer Cup at G4 and G2 respectively, and then receiving the Encouragement Award. The foal resulting from this pairing would be the first for the stud and the owner of Optimus Unstoppable wouldn't be the only one anxiously awaiting the foal's arrival. An anxious call from Nicholas Ross, a good friend of John Murchinson and the owner and manager of Bleu Star Farms stated that Point Away had gone into foal earlier that day. It was a few weeks early, but Kim could only hope that there had been no complications. She had taken the first flight out of Texas to find herself in Lexington, Kentucky several hours later and on her way to the large breeding farm. Upon arriving she was greeted by one of the broodmare managers, Jasmine Wreath had been her name. "Oh don't look so worried Miss Kenny. Point Away is doing absolutely fine. You know, we don't typically get people flying out here in a hurry when they get word of complications with a mare, it's good to see people still have a big heart for their horses. Would you like to see the foal?" Was that even a question? Kim was almost ecstatic to see the new youngster, the first foal to be born for KC Racing, if it were possible she would be there for the birth of every future champion of hers. When words wouldn't come she simply nodded eagerly and followed the redhaired woman towards the set of barns in the distance. Kim couldn't help but notice all of the broodmares nestled in the neighboring paddocks with long legged, clumsy foals tumbling in the grass after their mothers, some were even trying to climb all over the mothers who had decided to try and take a nap in the tall grasses. These were evidently early mothers as well but all seemed to be in great shape, but Kim did take notice that most of the pairs were in individual paddocks. Realizing that she was lagging behind, Kim quickened her pace as Jasmine disappeared into the broodmare barn. The smells of oats and straw filled her with nostalgia for her own stable, but in due time. She stopped at a stall that held a sign that said Point Away. She peered into the stall and found that her dappled grey mare was nowhere to be found. Was she..? "Point Away is just going through some routine checkups and rest after the complications, the colt is being supplied with a nurse mare for a few days. Don't worry, Nanny McPhee is great at what she does." She gestured towards the spotted older mare that had a bay colt nursing happily at her side. It was then that she realized that this was her colt (or rather Point Away's) and he was a near spitting image of his sire. "May I?" Kim asked as Jasmine nodded and soon let herself into the stall. While the oddly named Nanny McPhee seemed unbothered by the sudden heighten in attention, the colt took great interest in his visitor. Stumbling forward on legs that seemed too long for his little frame he approached Kim, nosing at her hands before snorting. "Aren't you in prime example of good health?" She smiled as she held out her hand to which the colt sniffed eagerly allowing her to tickle the colt's nose which prompted him to whicker and kick up his feet. It was then a name came to the stable owner, Optimus Prime. After his sire and the prime example that the colt set for how all foals should be as youngsters. "Isn't he cute?" Jasmine asked having entered the stall and standing next to Kim. "Yes, yes he is." The two both watched as the colt lost interest in them and returned to his nanny's side if only to bug her by trying to nip at her legs. ~ Weeks later from flying down to visit the first foal of the season for KCRS, Kimberly Kenny had long since returned to her stable in Texas. She was leading around an unmarked black mare that stood at a near unmatchable seventeen hands. It was Mardi Gras, Kimberly's own personal favorite. The black mare was unsaddled and simply wore her leather halter that had a golden nameplate that read her full name. The bond between owner and horse was near unmatchable as the mare occasionally nudged the young woman in her shoulder, or lipping at the hair of her pony tail. It was a daily routine for Kimberly to rise early in the morning and personally walk the mare around in-hand before John Murchinson scheduled whatever training he had planned for the horses that day.  When the mare's body shook with a loud nicker Kimberly tugged on the lead gently. "Oh quit yelling at me, I didn't forget." Although it was the earlier parts of January, winter even, KC Racing was spared from heavy snow from being located in the deep east of Texas in Houston. The mare bobbed her head eagerly, pawing at the pavement and excitedly nickering as Kimberly reached into her pocket and retrieved a ziplock bag from her coat pocket. The mare could hardly contain her excitement as she was handed horse-friendly apple-oat cookies that Kim had baked the night before, winter treats for her racing string. The mare took the circular treat with a vengeance, munching and smacking until there was nothing left.  Mardi Gras stretched out her neck, lipping at the woman's pocket in search for more goodies which only resulting in Kim laughing and pushing the mare's nose away. "Sorry, some greedy mare ate all of them. I'll have to make some more later." Mardi Gras only snorted in response, ears flipping back against her head but not flattening, she was mildly annoyed, not angry. "Come on, let's finish our rounds before John demands me to saddle you up for your afternoon training." The mare didn't protest as she fell into step alongside the woman yet again as they walked around the stable. "Kim!" Came a voice that broke the silence and caused even Mardi Gras to stop and prick up her ears. "Dangit. Busted." She grinned as she looked over and saw the head trainer, John hurrying over quickly. The man was a fullblown Texas man but somewhere along the line he had developed a passion unlike any other for horse racing. While stern and serious, he always put the wellbeing of his horses first. "Don't give me that look, I ain't dragging Mardi away from you just yet. That new bay filly we got from the Spring Sale is getting put through the motions in a few minutes. Gonna see what she can do with Muggathugga. Then those two yearlings, Louisiana Blues and Beyond Constellation, gonna pair them up after.  The trainer explained, referring to the training schedule and the new additions. At the mention of the first horse acquired by the stable, Kimberly had to sigh. She had worked with the stud as a weanling all up til he was two years and that was when she had ran into John. The colt had yet to break his maiden going into his third year and Kimberly was beginning to worry that he'd be run down by other eager two year olds this year despite being a more mature horse.  John had stepped forward and grabbed the woman's shoulder gripping it gently. "Hey, we all hit and miss sometimes, it's how the sport of kings works, it's usually a gamble most of the time. Some horses are cut out for it, some aren't. That doesn't mean I've given up on Muggathugga yet." Kimberly could only nod and pat the trainer's hand before looking to Mardi Gras. "I'm going to drop her off at her paddock, I'll meet you at the track." It wouldn't take long to release the mare into her private half acre paddock. As soon as the mare had been released into the paddock, she took off running and tearing up the grass, kicking up her heels as she went. "Silly girl." Kim grinned, shaking her head as she hung the nylon rope on the fence before jogging lightly towards the track. Muggathugga was standing quietly in the starting gate as he so often did, the horse was now a three year old and had always remained calm. Kimberly came to stand alongside John who was looking at his pocket watch. "They're the same age, but Sylvanite's got a few races under her belt. First in the Ohio Juvenile Stakes, second in the Silver Stride Stakes, and in the Wire Finish Cup Juvenile. She doesn't get riled up from going across different borders for races, that much is for sure. She likes to run at the back of the pack and ease up like a snake though." John rubbed his chin thoughtfully as the horses were loaded up into the gates, jockeyed by Justin McKinney and Andy Hobbs respectively.  Kim simply sat back and waited before the gates were released and Muggathugga surged forward eager to get his legs moving out of the gate. Sylvanite burst from the gate at the same time but did just as John had predicted, she stayed behind Muggathugga. "She's such a dainty little thing, almost like she's too pretty to be running against other horses, you know?" Kim mentioned as Andy leaned the filly around the first corner. "Don't judge a book by its cover now, Kimmy Sue." Kimberly almost wanted to smack the man upside the head, he knew that she didn't like fancy nicknames, especially not for herself. "Hush and pay attention. Sylvanite's making her move around the last bend." She gestured towards the track and sure enough the bay filly was gaining on the colt, eating up ground like nobody's business before surpassing him just as they came into the homestretch. Muggathugga threw up his head as Sylvanite lengthened her stride, but there woud be no catching up to her at this point. "She really gave that Mugs a run for his money, wow." John clicked his pocket watch just in time and seemed pleased with the times for both of the horses. As the horses were jogged into the cooldown, the yearling prospects of the Junior String were being led to towards the gates. The stunning dark grey filly, Beyond Constellation, balked at the gate, planting her hooves into the ground and refusing to be moved. "Got ourselves a newbie here. Not surprised she wasn't worked with yet." John shook his head and watched as the workers of the gate tried to coax the filly in to which she reared. While they fiddled with the filly, her stablemate, Louisiana Blues looked around and didn't seem to be bothered by the commotion. "There's always one, isn't there?" Kimberly commented, referring to the one youngster out of the crop who didn't mind trying something new. The bay yearling was led into the starting gate with no problems and after seeing that performance, the grey filly seemed to take the example and go with it. "How about Lulu for Louisiana Blues and Astral for Beyond Constellation." John was resetting his watch after the horses had loaded up, shaking his head but was chuckling quietly. "You and these names, I swear. I mean you called poor Sweet Talker, Pie for crying out loud. You gonna call me Spongey or Spot next?" John teased to which Kim could only look at him. "Why haven't I hit you up side the head yet?" She countered to which John could only continue laughing much to Kim's annoyance. Ignoring the joyful trainer, she looked to the track at the filly's as they were soon released from their confines. Astral, the grey filly, was slow to start as the sound of the gates being opened startled her. Louisiana Blues was already on the track  pushing ahead as though there was a pack of wild dogs on her tail. Astral soon pulled her head out of her rear and followed suit, but the filly ran so ungracefully for the first couple of lengths that Kim was wondering if it had been a good idea to buy the filly. "Just give it time. The girl's nervous, probably never went through anything passed saddling and breaking in before coming here." The filly was running herself into the ground and it was evident she would need more work as with all of the other yearlings before their debut as two year olds next year. Lulu seemed to be confident with her placement and ran on oblivious to Astral finally finding ground and moving ahead. It was shame that it was much too late as Lulu was already near the finish line eventually crossed it with Astral in tow. "Ah damn. I've got some jockeys, twins, that are good working with yearlings. You've gotta be stern yet gentle with these hard-headed youngsters. Maybe they'll do a thing for you too." recommended the trainer which only prompted Kim to roll her eyes. Only because you're a good trainer, only. She thought but she knew John knew what she was thinking because he was already laughing. "Come on, let's take another look at that Spring Sale Catalog to see if we can snag anything else before it ends next week." It was the man's attempt to fix where he had messed up, but a shiny new stubborn yearling would only complicate things further, but it didn't stop Kimberly from following after the trainer as the jockeys pulled their horses into jogs around the track to cool them down before heading back towards the stables.

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[attr="class","congrats"] KC Racing entry 2: Sylvanite to try for Triple Crown Spring was still a while ways around the corner, but at least the frigid cold gave the horses a good reason to get up in the morning and go through their morning workouts to warm up their bones.  While the other races were being put through the motions, head trainer John Murchinson had his eyes on a sleek bay filly, Sylvanite. "What do you think, John?" Kim inquired as she observed the trainer feeling on the filly's legs and overlooking her frame with silent curiousity.  Sylvanite was alert to all of the sounds around her and as a result, was bound to jerk her head up when she heard another horse's whinny much to the irritation of the groom that held her lead. "Well, I know you paid a pretty penny for her." Okay, Kim hadn't asked for for her choice in horses to purchase to be critiqued. "It was only $300,000, John. No one seemed interested in her but..." The filly was at the peak of her racing career at three years of age. Typically people often knew if they would try their horses for big accomplishments such as the Triple Crown by the way their horse ran their second year and then from their pedigree. Sylvanite had been ran through her morning workouts with Muggathugga after settling into KCRS' schedule and she seemed to be doing fine with the routine. The filly whinnied loudly and stamped her hooves before nuzzling the crook of the groom's neck until he finally pushed her nose away. "She doesn't have any TC winners in her background, hell nothing truly stands out to me just by looking at her papers. Her sire placed second in the Breeder's Cup Dirt Mile but.. I never walk away from opportunity. The first horse to ever win the Triple Crown was Sir Barton in 1919 and countless more followed that didn't have any TC winners in their name. I have faith in all of the horses I run, and this filly had a steady second year, she didn't need her daddy's blood to lay that out for her." John patted the filly on the shoulder and stepped back. Kim hadn't even pondered about having a horse run for the Triple Crown, hell her first homebred had only just broken his maiden in his three year old season. She threw her hands up in utter defeat, "Hey you're the trainer, whatever you think is best." The stable owner stepped forward and handed a sugarcube to the filly who graciously plucked it from her outstretched palm. "Don't get your heart in your throat just yet. She placed second after that colt in the Don't Blink Stakes, second is a thousand times better than last. We'll enter her in the American Derby, that's a prep for the Triple Crown. It'll be tough as she's only G5, and I'm certain she'll be running up against those arrogant colts. But she has the heart, we just have to make sure she'll be ready." With a nod from trainer the groom led the filly away to be tacked up for her evening workout. "You know John, it's okay if you fail because you'll always that you at least tried." John could only chuckle to himself at the little motivational quirk as he stalked off towards the track in preparation to watch Sylvanite run.

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