Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2012 4:16:41 GMT -5
The bay filly had only ran once so far this season, finishing second behind her rival Eternal Phantom in the Unicorn Horn Fillies Dirt. It had been disappointing, but not entirely unexpected. Whenever the pair ran the same race they seemed to bump heads and sparks were sure to fly. They would just have to make sure they were better prepared for the next time that they did meet. But no one was sure when that would be. Due to the Triple Tiara being scheduled to run at The Wire this year it was likely the Silver Stride Stables team would choose to run the filly there a lot in preparation where Phantie seemed to be focussed mainly on the Green Horse Fields track.
The next race for her was scheduled at The Wire in February Week Three, and would run over ten furlongs on the dirt - in other words, the same distance as the final leg of the tiara. This race, however, was not three year olds only and was not part of a big racing series which could easily make a horse's career legendary. It was practice, and against horses of her own grade. The Jaspiri Stakes.
Tanya looked up The Wire track with a grin and patted the filly's muscular neck as they moved out onto the track. The bay's tail cracked against her rump as she walked at a good speed. Her ears pressed forwards, her eyes bright and alert. Everything about this filly said that she was ready to run, and run she would. Tanya could tell that the filly, who had some nice achievements to her name already, was ready to take another race and show she had not lost her touch in the transition from two year old to three year old.
They had already decided to go without use of the starting gates, and so Lucas had left them at the entrance to the track. Tanya reined the filly in, turned her to face the post, and ran her hand down her neck, before standing in her stirrups and urging the filly forwards. They moved quickly from standing into gallop and moved down the dirt at a high pace. The four furlong stretch was short, but it looked longer, and Tanya knew she did not have much time to get the best out of the filly for the work.
As they moved down the dirt, the filly's stride was short which enabled her to move more quickly. In a race, she would be hanging around behind a front runner but out here, on her own, she let rip. She was moving at a high pace, no dirt was being kicked in her face, and the track was hers. Tanya urged the filly on, and they moved at an increased speed. Two furlongs had passed now, and their were only two furlongs remaining.
Tanya drove the filly, and cracked the crop against her rump, as she fought for the post. The filly lurched forwards, pushing her weight and all her effort into the run. They worked together, tearing up the dirt, and the effort was clear on Tanya's face. Sonja, however, handled it with ease. She was in her essence, and the run had made her feel better than ever. They passed the post, the workout was over, and they could only hope it would be enough come race day.
The next race for her was scheduled at The Wire in February Week Three, and would run over ten furlongs on the dirt - in other words, the same distance as the final leg of the tiara. This race, however, was not three year olds only and was not part of a big racing series which could easily make a horse's career legendary. It was practice, and against horses of her own grade. The Jaspiri Stakes.
Tanya looked up The Wire track with a grin and patted the filly's muscular neck as they moved out onto the track. The bay's tail cracked against her rump as she walked at a good speed. Her ears pressed forwards, her eyes bright and alert. Everything about this filly said that she was ready to run, and run she would. Tanya could tell that the filly, who had some nice achievements to her name already, was ready to take another race and show she had not lost her touch in the transition from two year old to three year old.
They had already decided to go without use of the starting gates, and so Lucas had left them at the entrance to the track. Tanya reined the filly in, turned her to face the post, and ran her hand down her neck, before standing in her stirrups and urging the filly forwards. They moved quickly from standing into gallop and moved down the dirt at a high pace. The four furlong stretch was short, but it looked longer, and Tanya knew she did not have much time to get the best out of the filly for the work.
As they moved down the dirt, the filly's stride was short which enabled her to move more quickly. In a race, she would be hanging around behind a front runner but out here, on her own, she let rip. She was moving at a high pace, no dirt was being kicked in her face, and the track was hers. Tanya urged the filly on, and they moved at an increased speed. Two furlongs had passed now, and their were only two furlongs remaining.
Tanya drove the filly, and cracked the crop against her rump, as she fought for the post. The filly lurched forwards, pushing her weight and all her effort into the run. They worked together, tearing up the dirt, and the effort was clear on Tanya's face. Sonja, however, handled it with ease. She was in her essence, and the run had made her feel better than ever. They passed the post, the workout was over, and they could only hope it would be enough come race day.
