Post by LK on Jul 15, 2015 16:47:04 GMT -5
BEYOND THE LIES && MAVERICK HARRIS
RELIANCE && ISABELLE NOTTINGHAM
TINY DANCER && CLINTON WARD
SOUTHERN PEACH && KALLIE SULLIVAN
DISTANCE: 5 Furlongs
PLAN: Run them at a steady pace for 3 furlongs, then turn them loose the last 2
EXPECTED ORDER: Reliance (Preceder) - Dancer (Closer) - Beyond (Closer) - Peaches (Closer)
Bella rolled her eyes as she watched the other three horses load into the metal gates. Felicity was crazy for putting the four of them together. Two yearlings, two three year olds, all but one were crazy, and Reliance was the only colt. She almost felt bad for him. Almost. Lately he's been in one of his headstrong phases and likes to blatantly ignore her signals. It really was starting to get on her nerves and she hoped a few months of solid racing would calm the bay colt down. A loud clang made her look off to her right. Beyond the Lies was being her usual bat-out-of-hell self and it made her feel a little better about her own mount. At least they decided to load him first, or he'd never load with the grey filly throwing her tantrum. Finally, all four horses were loaded and they were off.
Much like the turf workout the other three jockeys had just done, they were going to pace the first three furlongs and sprint the last two, as Felicity always says. It would be hard to figure out who claimed what position, with three closers and a preceder. One of them would be forced to the front, and they would surely tire before the workout was over. As they cleared the gates, the horses immediately began establishing the pecking order. At some point or another they had all been breezed together so they remembered who was the boss. Today it would be Beyond the Lies as she pinned her ears at the other three as they molded around her.
Knowing they would get pushed to the front of the pack, Bella asked Reliance to take the lead and run at an even clip. The colt managed to slip past Tiny Dancer and settled into his position in the front. He was doing rather well as they rounded the turn at the far end of the homestretch. An occasional twitch of the ear was Ry's only response to being in the front. Being used to chasing the leader around the track caused a few steps of hesitation here and there but nothing to let the other horses pass him up. His rhythmic breathing calmed Bella's nerves as they approached the three furlong marker. Just a few more steps and they would be caught by the other three.
Behind Reliance there was a dominant struggle occurring between the three mares. Southern Peach managed to nab a spot just behind the colt, but only because the two fillies behind her had pushed her up. Had she been given the chance, Peaches would have happily settled behind the other horses and waited until were so absorbed in their challenge to slip by unnoticed and snatch the win. Today, however, was going to be a challenge all around. For now, the golden filly would stay just in front of the other two and continue to inch away from their wrath.
Dancer and Leah essentially were enemies on every basis. The younger filly just did not like other mares, whereas the older mare hated anyone who gave her a real challenge. Surprisingly, the two were perfectly fine in the pasture together. They were not the best of friends, but they tolerated each other. Today would be the first day they ran against each other and perhaps the last if they got too indulged in their contest against each other. So far they had stayed side by side in the rear, pushing each other faster. As soon as the three furlongs were up, the mares bolted after cues from their jockeys. Peaches had already opened up a gap on them and was approaching Reliance with her quick pace.
One furlong out and the tables were turning. Peaches had managed to slip her head past the colt and was looking to open up an even bigger gap. The two mares in the back had finally separated and Tiny Dancer was inching away from Leah. They only had a few strides left to run before their time was up. Jockeys were pushing their horses hard and their hides were slick with sweat. It felt like years before they finally passed the five furlong marker, but when they did, Southern Peach had managed a head on the colt. Behind him was Dancer and just off her flank was Leah.
RELIANCE && ISABELLE NOTTINGHAM
TINY DANCER && CLINTON WARD
SOUTHERN PEACH && KALLIE SULLIVAN
DISTANCE: 5 Furlongs
PLAN: Run them at a steady pace for 3 furlongs, then turn them loose the last 2
EXPECTED ORDER: Reliance (Preceder) - Dancer (Closer) - Beyond (Closer) - Peaches (Closer)
Bella rolled her eyes as she watched the other three horses load into the metal gates. Felicity was crazy for putting the four of them together. Two yearlings, two three year olds, all but one were crazy, and Reliance was the only colt. She almost felt bad for him. Almost. Lately he's been in one of his headstrong phases and likes to blatantly ignore her signals. It really was starting to get on her nerves and she hoped a few months of solid racing would calm the bay colt down. A loud clang made her look off to her right. Beyond the Lies was being her usual bat-out-of-hell self and it made her feel a little better about her own mount. At least they decided to load him first, or he'd never load with the grey filly throwing her tantrum. Finally, all four horses were loaded and they were off.
Much like the turf workout the other three jockeys had just done, they were going to pace the first three furlongs and sprint the last two, as Felicity always says. It would be hard to figure out who claimed what position, with three closers and a preceder. One of them would be forced to the front, and they would surely tire before the workout was over. As they cleared the gates, the horses immediately began establishing the pecking order. At some point or another they had all been breezed together so they remembered who was the boss. Today it would be Beyond the Lies as she pinned her ears at the other three as they molded around her.
Knowing they would get pushed to the front of the pack, Bella asked Reliance to take the lead and run at an even clip. The colt managed to slip past Tiny Dancer and settled into his position in the front. He was doing rather well as they rounded the turn at the far end of the homestretch. An occasional twitch of the ear was Ry's only response to being in the front. Being used to chasing the leader around the track caused a few steps of hesitation here and there but nothing to let the other horses pass him up. His rhythmic breathing calmed Bella's nerves as they approached the three furlong marker. Just a few more steps and they would be caught by the other three.
Behind Reliance there was a dominant struggle occurring between the three mares. Southern Peach managed to nab a spot just behind the colt, but only because the two fillies behind her had pushed her up. Had she been given the chance, Peaches would have happily settled behind the other horses and waited until were so absorbed in their challenge to slip by unnoticed and snatch the win. Today, however, was going to be a challenge all around. For now, the golden filly would stay just in front of the other two and continue to inch away from their wrath.
Dancer and Leah essentially were enemies on every basis. The younger filly just did not like other mares, whereas the older mare hated anyone who gave her a real challenge. Surprisingly, the two were perfectly fine in the pasture together. They were not the best of friends, but they tolerated each other. Today would be the first day they ran against each other and perhaps the last if they got too indulged in their contest against each other. So far they had stayed side by side in the rear, pushing each other faster. As soon as the three furlongs were up, the mares bolted after cues from their jockeys. Peaches had already opened up a gap on them and was approaching Reliance with her quick pace.
One furlong out and the tables were turning. Peaches had managed to slip her head past the colt and was looking to open up an even bigger gap. The two mares in the back had finally separated and Tiny Dancer was inching away from Leah. They only had a few strides left to run before their time was up. Jockeys were pushing their horses hard and their hides were slick with sweat. It felt like years before they finally passed the five furlong marker, but when they did, Southern Peach had managed a head on the colt. Behind him was Dancer and just off her flank was Leah.
