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Oct 5, 2012 0:55:35 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2012 0:55:35 GMT -5

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GOLDEN GHOST

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workout with
TOBIAS LANCASTER
for the
Follow The Hoofprints Dirt Classic
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Mr. Fancypants was doing very well for his first season. Tobias had to say he was impressed with Golden Ghost and his progress, but it was not all in the clear for the palomino sabino colt. Not by a long shot. This next race, Tobias knew would be the toughest of them all. Ghost would need all his talent and all his skill to possibly hope to win.

Horse, jockey and trainer had all taken to the dirt track one more, in anticipation for the Follow The Hoofprints Dirt Classic. It was a three horse race, and the other two competitors were good at what they did. Very good. Italian Ice was an amazingly filly, to be sure, and Nature's Dream was not to be underestimated by any means.

"So, I was thinking." Skylark said up at Tobias, who nodded along. "We're gonna have to mess with their heads." The trainer said, referring to Golden Ghost's love of taking the lead at the last possible second. "Icee likes to either precede or run up front, and Nature's Dream in a mid pack pony. So, keep him at the back and out of their way. Let them think you got thrown out of the race, that you're done and over, then explode. They can do the battling for the front - you can do the sneaking in in plain sight bit, instead.

"Gotcha." Tobias nodded, and off he and Golden Ghost went into the gates. Loading an egotistical young colt into the gate took some time, but once the gates opened on the other side, it was all business. Tobias would bring Ghost right to the back, on the rail, right away, and there they would remain. They would no doubt eat dirt for the majority of the eleven furlong horse race, but Tobias would just switch his goggles and go on. It was part of what made Ghost, Ghost. This urge to close and have people 'ooh' and 'aahhh' over him. As long as it worked, it worked, and the blonde young man wasn't going to complain about that.

The trick would just be figuring out when to take the lead. He knew it would have to be late, but in a mock race and workout, or real races, it was all about the timing. When was the time to move. Would there be time? How to shave off seconds? Time was king, and planning.

That was the good thing about closing on Golden Ghost. The muscular, one of a kind looking colt ran so far at the back for the moment that Tobias would have plenty of time to examine the field and work out his best final dash, without anyone in his way or fighting with Ghost for his position. Closing could be very peaceful, yet suddenly violent, all at once.

Ghost's muscled rippled underneath him as the closer took the curve in at six furlongs, and Tobias began to recollect the reign little more, and he could feel the raw power of the horse. Golden Ghost needed the run. He had needed it, and he craved it again, and soon.

Speaking of soon, it was when they passed the nine and a half line - a line coming up far sooner than he had thought, that he let Ghost really fly. The colt was given his head and the stick, and he went off as though he were a fresh horse just out of the gate. He took ground in long, easy strides, and Tobias hoped they would be enough to get them to the line without being in the last place of all.

They crossed the 11 furlong mark, dirty but triumphant, and hoping for the best. It wouldn't be easy, and it verged on impossible, but Ghost looked like the sort of hose that would give it his best, even if not simply for the sake of doing so, but for the cameras. They'd try. And maybe they'd be lucky. Only time would tell.

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