Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2012 9:34:42 GMT -5
I decided that the time had come. I couldn’t hold back forever… I couldn’t let my stables go downhill. Since taking the stables over from Alice, I’d realised my true potential and now it was time to shine. I took a deep breath one particular morning and said to myself that I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I’d looked back on my hopes and dreams and realised that this was my dream. Being who I was, I wanted to prove to people that though we couldn’t reach our full potential, it was now time to shine. I’d entered our three year old filly, Mizadori, in the Harbinger Stakes, for Grade Four’s over the turf. Eve rode the filly usually, but I thought whilst I was here and it was first thing in the morning, I would take her for a spin. It wasn’t unusual to see me doing this, but it was the first time since I’d given birth to Amira that I would do this. I’d be aching after it – after all, my fitness level was at an all-time low… I giggled to myself.
The Harbinger Stakes. It was her coming back race, her first race since the end of June. The five-horse-field was full of hopefuls, some of which were two-year-olds too. Starting in Gate One was Witch Creeks most hopeful two-year-old colt, GS Royal Crown. The cold had some exceptional bloodlines, and had performed well since he came back. The colt had taken the win in the Follow The Hoofprints Turf, and stamped himself down as a real contender. All in all, the two-year-old was one to watch in the near future, and looked to be a likely contender for one of next years Crowns.
Starting in Gate Two was the oldest of the field, Calle Ocho. The colt was the most experienced of the field. He’d only grabbed one win this year which wasn’t the best, and he had recently raced a lot too. It wasn’t the most exceptional achievement in the world, but the horse would take a win every now and then. Would he do well tomorrow in the race? We would find out tomorrow. In Gate Three, Cosmic Warfare would be starting. The colt was a fantastic colt and was also one of the oldest of the field. Everyone would ask about ‘the grey colt over there’. This year he had grabbed three wins, and had shown to everyone that he was a good racehorse. He looked like a likely contender today, and now it was time to show off what he had.
In Gate Four, Nightshade would be starting. The two year old was absolutely insane and was only one win off Grade Three, like Lucy, who would be racing under Silver Stride Stables, but still with Ivana on board. She had no workout since June, which left us as the slightest advantage but it might not affect the result. I finished tacking up Mida and I lead her out of the stable. I vaulted on and stretched my leg in the process, which really, it did blooming hurt. Y’ouch. Vaulting on a near enough seventeen hand filly without warming up only three months after child birth, near enough, was something to be proud of, but it didn’t affect me. I needed to get back into it. Mida continued to walk, unphased by the whole ‘y’ouchiness’ of the situation.
It made me giggle thinking about this. I felt like laughing and dancing about, but now I was on a half-ton unpredictable beast, it could leave me near enough paralysed, but then again, I’m not that stupid. I’m the kind of person that wouldn’t make the same flipping mistake twice. I grinned and walked Mida out onto the turf. She whinnied a little before she pranced effortlessly on the spot. I giggled and pushed her into a trot to stop the silliness of everything. I smiled and stood in my stirrups as she rocked into a canter. I grinned yet again and smiled. I was doing this for the first time in a while. As the three furlong pole approached, I let her go.
The filly darted effortlessly forward into a high speed mental gallop. I grinned and rode her forward. She lengthened her stressed with ease as I continued to let her run on. I bit my lip and stretched my arms out as far as I could. I was REALLY beginning to feel the burn of it now. Yes, ouch. I sincerely regretted not working out after giving birth to Amira, but then again, this was a workout… wasn’t it? I needed to lose the few extra pounds that I’d gained from pregnancy… Haha… see what I did there? Er… maybe not… erm… not funny… okay Jacey, stop rambling on…. Now where was I? Oh god! The workout! I snapped back into reality to find myself in the homestretch. I pushed Mida on again and cracked the whip, feeding the fillies fire. We were almost there, and before I knew it, we darted under the wire. My poor arms were hurting, loads. But it didn’t matter for now! I’d got through it, in muchus painus. Ouch…
The Harbinger Stakes. It was her coming back race, her first race since the end of June. The five-horse-field was full of hopefuls, some of which were two-year-olds too. Starting in Gate One was Witch Creeks most hopeful two-year-old colt, GS Royal Crown. The cold had some exceptional bloodlines, and had performed well since he came back. The colt had taken the win in the Follow The Hoofprints Turf, and stamped himself down as a real contender. All in all, the two-year-old was one to watch in the near future, and looked to be a likely contender for one of next years Crowns.
Starting in Gate Two was the oldest of the field, Calle Ocho. The colt was the most experienced of the field. He’d only grabbed one win this year which wasn’t the best, and he had recently raced a lot too. It wasn’t the most exceptional achievement in the world, but the horse would take a win every now and then. Would he do well tomorrow in the race? We would find out tomorrow. In Gate Three, Cosmic Warfare would be starting. The colt was a fantastic colt and was also one of the oldest of the field. Everyone would ask about ‘the grey colt over there’. This year he had grabbed three wins, and had shown to everyone that he was a good racehorse. He looked like a likely contender today, and now it was time to show off what he had.
In Gate Four, Nightshade would be starting. The two year old was absolutely insane and was only one win off Grade Three, like Lucy, who would be racing under Silver Stride Stables, but still with Ivana on board. She had no workout since June, which left us as the slightest advantage but it might not affect the result. I finished tacking up Mida and I lead her out of the stable. I vaulted on and stretched my leg in the process, which really, it did blooming hurt. Y’ouch. Vaulting on a near enough seventeen hand filly without warming up only three months after child birth, near enough, was something to be proud of, but it didn’t affect me. I needed to get back into it. Mida continued to walk, unphased by the whole ‘y’ouchiness’ of the situation.
It made me giggle thinking about this. I felt like laughing and dancing about, but now I was on a half-ton unpredictable beast, it could leave me near enough paralysed, but then again, I’m not that stupid. I’m the kind of person that wouldn’t make the same flipping mistake twice. I grinned and walked Mida out onto the turf. She whinnied a little before she pranced effortlessly on the spot. I giggled and pushed her into a trot to stop the silliness of everything. I smiled and stood in my stirrups as she rocked into a canter. I grinned yet again and smiled. I was doing this for the first time in a while. As the three furlong pole approached, I let her go.
The filly darted effortlessly forward into a high speed mental gallop. I grinned and rode her forward. She lengthened her stressed with ease as I continued to let her run on. I bit my lip and stretched my arms out as far as I could. I was REALLY beginning to feel the burn of it now. Yes, ouch. I sincerely regretted not working out after giving birth to Amira, but then again, this was a workout… wasn’t it? I needed to lose the few extra pounds that I’d gained from pregnancy… Haha… see what I did there? Er… maybe not… erm… not funny… okay Jacey, stop rambling on…. Now where was I? Oh god! The workout! I snapped back into reality to find myself in the homestretch. I pushed Mida on again and cracked the whip, feeding the fillies fire. We were almost there, and before I knew it, we darted under the wire. My poor arms were hurting, loads. But it didn’t matter for now! I’d got through it, in muchus painus. Ouch…
