Post by Cruisey on Dec 2, 2013 20:11:10 GMT -5
Inferno & Talia Smith – JAN WK 2 WORKOUT
Ever since the last workout Fern had, he could not stop moving. Usually after a good workout and some turnout he relaxes like a charm, but lately he had been a big fireball. Both JL and Talia didn’t know what was up with the gelding, but Carter just thought it was winter freshness. They decided to give him another light workout and some more winter turnout before his race next weekend. Carter wanted Talia to work Fern this week, so the pair had time to get used to each other. The pair headed out to the snow-dusted track, cold air blowing from the east and straight into their path. It definitely stung Talia’s face, but that’s what she had to get used to out on the track. Fern was quiet enough to get onto the track, only throwing in a few small ‘bucks’ on their way. This horse was definitely not what Talia was used to.
“Kay, Talia. Just breeze him 5 furlongs. We aren’t going to push it today; he’s already worked up enough.” Carter called from the side and Talia nodded. Fern knew what they were about to do and instantly broke into trot, tail flagging behind him. His steps had a bounce to them and he definitely had enough energy to spend. “Alright, Fern. Let’s do this.” The gray gelding squealed, leaping into the air as if he had understood his jockey. The antics made Tal burst into laughter as she cantered him to their start position. Once near, she gathered her reins and slowed the gelding down just a touch, to his displeasure. “3…2…1” Talia counted to herself as they approached, but couldn’t finish her sentence when Fern burst underneath her, like someone lit a fire under his belly. She tried her best to stay out of his way.
At the start, Fern galloped on confidently, his strides eating up the turf like nothing. But something was not quite right. Fern was fading fast and it had only been 2.5 furlongs. She pumped his neck with her gloved fists, guiding him along the way. “C’mon Fern, don’t quit on me now.” The horse tossed his head in annoyance, lashing out with his back leg. She had no choice but to go to the whip, and she tapped him on the shoulder. He squealed, but she could feel him start to give a bit more energy back into her hands. The final furlong was quickly approaching, so she let her reins loose, hoping for the best. All of a sudden came a burst of speed. She looked at his face and she could see the fight in his eyes, as if there were other horses and he was in the back pack, trying to fight his way to the finish. They had gained a lot of ground as they passed their finish marker. Fern was definitely named correctly, ‘cause he sure was an inferno ready to blaze past the finish line.
Ever since the last workout Fern had, he could not stop moving. Usually after a good workout and some turnout he relaxes like a charm, but lately he had been a big fireball. Both JL and Talia didn’t know what was up with the gelding, but Carter just thought it was winter freshness. They decided to give him another light workout and some more winter turnout before his race next weekend. Carter wanted Talia to work Fern this week, so the pair had time to get used to each other. The pair headed out to the snow-dusted track, cold air blowing from the east and straight into their path. It definitely stung Talia’s face, but that’s what she had to get used to out on the track. Fern was quiet enough to get onto the track, only throwing in a few small ‘bucks’ on their way. This horse was definitely not what Talia was used to.
“Kay, Talia. Just breeze him 5 furlongs. We aren’t going to push it today; he’s already worked up enough.” Carter called from the side and Talia nodded. Fern knew what they were about to do and instantly broke into trot, tail flagging behind him. His steps had a bounce to them and he definitely had enough energy to spend. “Alright, Fern. Let’s do this.” The gray gelding squealed, leaping into the air as if he had understood his jockey. The antics made Tal burst into laughter as she cantered him to their start position. Once near, she gathered her reins and slowed the gelding down just a touch, to his displeasure. “3…2…1” Talia counted to herself as they approached, but couldn’t finish her sentence when Fern burst underneath her, like someone lit a fire under his belly. She tried her best to stay out of his way.
At the start, Fern galloped on confidently, his strides eating up the turf like nothing. But something was not quite right. Fern was fading fast and it had only been 2.5 furlongs. She pumped his neck with her gloved fists, guiding him along the way. “C’mon Fern, don’t quit on me now.” The horse tossed his head in annoyance, lashing out with his back leg. She had no choice but to go to the whip, and she tapped him on the shoulder. He squealed, but she could feel him start to give a bit more energy back into her hands. The final furlong was quickly approaching, so she let her reins loose, hoping for the best. All of a sudden came a burst of speed. She looked at his face and she could see the fight in his eyes, as if there were other horses and he was in the back pack, trying to fight his way to the finish. They had gained a lot of ground as they passed their finish marker. Fern was definitely named correctly, ‘cause he sure was an inferno ready to blaze past the finish line.
