Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2012 12:16:39 GMT -5
The big elegant filly stepped on to the soft turf. She held her head high, kept her ears perked and released a snort. I allowed her to look around for a second to get used to it... She was definitely the biggest horse I've ridden in a long time. The filly was muscular, in shape, and with a couple of great works, she'd be well on the way to success in this race – the All Things Gorgeous Cup. The filly shifted her weight and I slowly eased her forward. Watching the birds, the other horses working, and many more things that look so different whilst on board this fine,well conformed filly. Just breeze today I think... get her used to me. We'll do a proper workout next time. I smiled and squeezed her into an elegant trot. She had a much longer stride. She lowered her head and tucked it in, flicking her toes out as she took the advantage to show off. I giggled slightly and stood up in my stirrups as she broke into a steady canter. I allowed her to get the feel of me. She ignored everything, but me. Her canter was smooth and she lifted her knees high. She definately had a good stride. I squeezed Night forward a little more until the canter was now a steady gallop. Night carried carried head the same, beautiful and elegant. I felt her change his leads instantly as we entered the corner. Well what a beautiful filly this is. I kept her in this steady gallop around the turn. Her hooves hit the turf, flinging it back in chunks. The turf was soft and fast. Perfect. I smiled.
As we entered the home stretch, I brought her back to a steady trot, then walk. We continued to walk until we got to the starting pole at the five furlong post, which was slightly shorter than the race itself. There stood the gates. They took hold of the rein and began to walk Night in. Her ears perked up and she slowed. I gave her a little squeeze and she went back in. Good girl, Night. I took my crop out my belt. And semi leaned forward, ready for the break. Briiiinggg. The bell. The gates burst open and Night leapt out very quickly, hogging the rail. I stood up and let the filly go. She kicked turf up behind her and she snorted. It was like she knew she was racing now. On board, we were about to go round the clubhouse turn. She still hogged the rail and I kept her at a steady gallop, nothing to intense just yet. With each stride, Night would snort. The pace was so fast. Surely we couldn't keep this up. I niggled Night a little more, and received an instant response. She picked up the pace almost instantly. Coming round the home turn, I showed Night the whip. I was hand riding her, not using the crop, nothing. I began to fully urge, and Night pricked her ears and off she went, powering over the turf. We came into the final furlong. I relaxed and stood high in my stirrups, patting Night's neck. We crossed the line and I grinned. "You got it girl. Let's go kick some butt." I smiled and patted the muscular black's neck.
