Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2012 15:38:59 GMT -5
As the sun rose over the track at the Wire, I couldn't help thinking how my beautiful darling would do today. Unfortunately for some, we knew we were probably going to finish second. My filly was fresh and ready for it today, but dependant on whether she will win was a different story. We didn't want to think we were over confident and get a result we didn't want, we just wanted to think that we were guarenteed second best. Smiling, I brushed Blue down. She was small, at only fifteen hands and two inches, but being a speedy filly, she had power, and with power came recognition.
Serendipity Hills were honoured to own such a horse. They were always looking for something new with the filly. Today, as it was race morning, they were just going to canter her down the stretch, and I was the one who would be on board the filly. It was short and snappy, but atleast it would help us in the long run. Many two year olds has broken their maiden, and some even broken into the Grade Four barrier, shockingly enough. This case stood for Nightshade, Ventura, and sure enough, Silver Stride's star, Blue Me Away.
I was serious about this fillies career, and as she was only a two year old who was making her maiden late in the year, it was all new. She wouldn't match to the current competition, but she could try. Eve had tacked up Blue for me. She stood in the yard, her body perfectly conformed, and she definitely looked a million times better than what she did at the start of the year. I smiled and walked over, before being mounted up.
I walked the filly out onto the track. I warmed her up in a few tight circles before trotting her to the top of the stretch. I turned her in and squeezed her into a canter, and she breezed effortlessly through the stretch, her muscles rippling under her dappled coat. I smiled and carried on round the bend, just working her a little longer. She loped nicely and I brought her back down the paces at the start of the backstretch.
I turned her around and cantered her back, thinking that she was ready, fit, and willing to try and take on Declarate. There was a distinct silence on the track as I halted her by the gate. I looked behind me and smiled, stroking the calm fillie's neck. She didn't get worked up unlike she used to... I was shocked. I turned her away and took her off the track, patting her neck.
Serendipity Hills were honoured to own such a horse. They were always looking for something new with the filly. Today, as it was race morning, they were just going to canter her down the stretch, and I was the one who would be on board the filly. It was short and snappy, but atleast it would help us in the long run. Many two year olds has broken their maiden, and some even broken into the Grade Four barrier, shockingly enough. This case stood for Nightshade, Ventura, and sure enough, Silver Stride's star, Blue Me Away.
I was serious about this fillies career, and as she was only a two year old who was making her maiden late in the year, it was all new. She wouldn't match to the current competition, but she could try. Eve had tacked up Blue for me. She stood in the yard, her body perfectly conformed, and she definitely looked a million times better than what she did at the start of the year. I smiled and walked over, before being mounted up.
I walked the filly out onto the track. I warmed her up in a few tight circles before trotting her to the top of the stretch. I turned her in and squeezed her into a canter, and she breezed effortlessly through the stretch, her muscles rippling under her dappled coat. I smiled and carried on round the bend, just working her a little longer. She loped nicely and I brought her back down the paces at the start of the backstretch.
I turned her around and cantered her back, thinking that she was ready, fit, and willing to try and take on Declarate. There was a distinct silence on the track as I halted her by the gate. I looked behind me and smiled, stroking the calm fillie's neck. She didn't get worked up unlike she used to... I was shocked. I turned her away and took her off the track, patting her neck.
