Post by Kenren on Jul 22, 2015 16:25:52 GMT -5
Ode To Glory & Halexia Suhail for the Twilight Stakes
Cole stood at the rail at the finish line, nearly shoulder to shoulder with other trainers talking pleasantly as the horses on the track jogged on the outer rail. Stop watches were in nearly every hand, and even when engaged in conversation, one eye was always to what was going on on the track. Most of the horses our were just doing routine gallops, but every now and then a call of 'on the rail!' would go out, and a horse would zip through at a heady pace. Some trainers were keeping track of the times of competitors, but Cole much preferred to look at the way the horse went and the effort put in on its own. A time was nice to look at, but just a number - any trainer worth his weight could tell when a fast horse was fast.
Cole looked up when Hal came jogging on the rail toward him, Ode To Glory strong and energetic beneath her. She slowed him to a stop just in front of the trainer. "Five eighths and a good gallop out, alright?" he said concisely, and Hal gave him a smile and a customary solute that drive him absolutely up a wall. He looked at Ode critically while the two waited to switch directions, letting the traffic go by. Ode stood like a perfect gentleman, as was expected of the relaxed stallion. He was absolutely as fit as could be, built massively in height and across his chest and haunches. His conformation was as close to perfect as it could get, and the way he ran showed it. He was like an absolutely unstoppable force when he got going on the track, and he turned heads even if he didn't pull up a win. Just when you thought he was going at full speed, he would find some extra gear and accelerate all over again. It really was something exciting, not just in terms of racing, but in breeding as well. If he could pass that kick on, it would set him high as a sire. And with a sire like his? Well, the odds were in his favor.
The traffic cleared, and Hal turned Ode to the right and asked him into a long canter. The grey went eagerly, old hat enough to take what was given and not push for more. Cole watched closely as the horse loped around the clubhouse turn, then reached the 5/8 pole. He broke off as planned, accelerating quickly and basically allowed to pick his own pace. Even so, he was going quickly, and he drew the eyes of the other trainers as he roared around the far turn. He went past other horses without a care in the world, bold and magnificent as Hal asked him for more in the last furlong before the wire. All Cole saw was a quick pumping of her elbows, urging him, and he responded immediately. Cole was grinning unabashedly as the stallion swept by him and the wire. The stallion seemed to have endless stamina, happily galloping out and seeming absolutely none the worse for wear when he was pulled up.
Nothing less could be expected of a Twilight Stakes runner, and Cole had Ode as completely prepped as he was going to get. He was their in fitness, he was there in mind, and he had the perfect jockey to help the stallion deal boldly with a small field. Ode had been on the rise lately, and he was going into the race off of a tough win - he had everything it took to take the race in style.
Cole looked up when Hal came jogging on the rail toward him, Ode To Glory strong and energetic beneath her. She slowed him to a stop just in front of the trainer. "Five eighths and a good gallop out, alright?" he said concisely, and Hal gave him a smile and a customary solute that drive him absolutely up a wall. He looked at Ode critically while the two waited to switch directions, letting the traffic go by. Ode stood like a perfect gentleman, as was expected of the relaxed stallion. He was absolutely as fit as could be, built massively in height and across his chest and haunches. His conformation was as close to perfect as it could get, and the way he ran showed it. He was like an absolutely unstoppable force when he got going on the track, and he turned heads even if he didn't pull up a win. Just when you thought he was going at full speed, he would find some extra gear and accelerate all over again. It really was something exciting, not just in terms of racing, but in breeding as well. If he could pass that kick on, it would set him high as a sire. And with a sire like his? Well, the odds were in his favor.
The traffic cleared, and Hal turned Ode to the right and asked him into a long canter. The grey went eagerly, old hat enough to take what was given and not push for more. Cole watched closely as the horse loped around the clubhouse turn, then reached the 5/8 pole. He broke off as planned, accelerating quickly and basically allowed to pick his own pace. Even so, he was going quickly, and he drew the eyes of the other trainers as he roared around the far turn. He went past other horses without a care in the world, bold and magnificent as Hal asked him for more in the last furlong before the wire. All Cole saw was a quick pumping of her elbows, urging him, and he responded immediately. Cole was grinning unabashedly as the stallion swept by him and the wire. The stallion seemed to have endless stamina, happily galloping out and seeming absolutely none the worse for wear when he was pulled up.
Nothing less could be expected of a Twilight Stakes runner, and Cole had Ode as completely prepped as he was going to get. He was their in fitness, he was there in mind, and he had the perfect jockey to help the stallion deal boldly with a small field. Ode had been on the rise lately, and he was going into the race off of a tough win - he had everything it took to take the race in style.
