Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2012 14:45:49 GMT -5
The Triple Tiara preparation races were beginning, and very soon the world would be watching as those hoping to take the title faced each other time and time again in practice. Not everyone planning to go for the race would be in the prep races, of course. Or at least it was not necessary. But many of those horses intending to race the Tiara would be, and they would all be trying to prove themselves as a threat in the series. But of all the entrants known so far, one name seemed to draw attention. Paradise Island.
They bay filly had quite the reputation, and was known for having a rivalry with several of the Triple Crown Contenders. But she did not run the distance for the crown, where as she could handle all three races of the Tiara. It was the very reason she would be going for the filly only series, and she was definitely a huge threat to the competitors. But nothing was certain. If the team went into the races cocky, they would hit a problem. So they had told themselves that everyone had an even chance, that they would need to fight for the title.
Tanya had worked hard with the filly from day one, and the work so far had paid off. They had a record which was not unimpressive, and she wanted to make it better. The Alabama Stakes, as the first of the preparation races, was the next major race she had her sights on. It provided them with the perfect chance to shine, the perfect chance to start showing their talents fully once more. It ran over ten furlongs on the dirt and so was equal to the longest of the three Triple Tiara races, meaning that the race would test the stamina of the filly. But Sonja had stamina, she had loads of it.
Lucas loaded the filly into the gates and closed the shutters quickly, he had strict instruction from his brother, the trainer, who was sat in the stands and had no intentions of upsetting the older man. As he walked off of the dirt he heard the buzzer sound and the gates open. He looked around just in time to see the pair exit the gate at high speed, the focus on Tanya's face clear.
The only other entry so far, Tanya knew, was Fiery Touch and that filly was pure closer. It left her running up front and setting the pace, but she was more than happy to do that. Tanya urged the filly on, they were running only four furlongs today and she wanted to get it done quickly. The filly was moving well, the dirt was soft but not sloppy and all in all the conditions were perfect for a big race. It would be an interesting one at least, with Fie and Sonja battling it out to put their name on the first prep.
The filly moved forwards more quickly as the jockey urged her on, her muscular legs moving that bit faster beneath her as they powered her up the track. Wind pulled through her mane and tail, whistled in her ears, and she felt free. Yes, she was carrying a rider but her jockey was like a friend and companion. Again the jockey urged, and again she increased her pace.
The distance between them and the post was reducing quickly. Tanya knew that she would soon be working hard, but then so far this workout had been easy enough. She leant forwards toward the filly's neck, and Sonja knew what was coming. Three strides further, and Tanya began to drive, and she drove hard. They sped up, which was unusual for horses than ran in the positions Sonja liked to, and they were fighting in every stride.
Stride after stride, the filly displayed raw power. She was throwing all of her will into it, and her jockey was to. The crop cracked against the filly's rump as they continued to move onwards and soon they were flying past the post. Tanya felt victorious, but the real race was yet to come.
They bay filly had quite the reputation, and was known for having a rivalry with several of the Triple Crown Contenders. But she did not run the distance for the crown, where as she could handle all three races of the Tiara. It was the very reason she would be going for the filly only series, and she was definitely a huge threat to the competitors. But nothing was certain. If the team went into the races cocky, they would hit a problem. So they had told themselves that everyone had an even chance, that they would need to fight for the title.
Tanya had worked hard with the filly from day one, and the work so far had paid off. They had a record which was not unimpressive, and she wanted to make it better. The Alabama Stakes, as the first of the preparation races, was the next major race she had her sights on. It provided them with the perfect chance to shine, the perfect chance to start showing their talents fully once more. It ran over ten furlongs on the dirt and so was equal to the longest of the three Triple Tiara races, meaning that the race would test the stamina of the filly. But Sonja had stamina, she had loads of it.
Lucas loaded the filly into the gates and closed the shutters quickly, he had strict instruction from his brother, the trainer, who was sat in the stands and had no intentions of upsetting the older man. As he walked off of the dirt he heard the buzzer sound and the gates open. He looked around just in time to see the pair exit the gate at high speed, the focus on Tanya's face clear.
The only other entry so far, Tanya knew, was Fiery Touch and that filly was pure closer. It left her running up front and setting the pace, but she was more than happy to do that. Tanya urged the filly on, they were running only four furlongs today and she wanted to get it done quickly. The filly was moving well, the dirt was soft but not sloppy and all in all the conditions were perfect for a big race. It would be an interesting one at least, with Fie and Sonja battling it out to put their name on the first prep.
The filly moved forwards more quickly as the jockey urged her on, her muscular legs moving that bit faster beneath her as they powered her up the track. Wind pulled through her mane and tail, whistled in her ears, and she felt free. Yes, she was carrying a rider but her jockey was like a friend and companion. Again the jockey urged, and again she increased her pace.
The distance between them and the post was reducing quickly. Tanya knew that she would soon be working hard, but then so far this workout had been easy enough. She leant forwards toward the filly's neck, and Sonja knew what was coming. Three strides further, and Tanya began to drive, and she drove hard. They sped up, which was unusual for horses than ran in the positions Sonja liked to, and they were fighting in every stride.
Stride after stride, the filly displayed raw power. She was throwing all of her will into it, and her jockey was to. The crop cracked against the filly's rump as they continued to move onwards and soon they were flying past the post. Tanya felt victorious, but the real race was yet to come.
