shades of great
Aug 5, 2014 22:35:00 GMT 10
Post by Snowflake on Aug 5, 2014 22:35:00 GMT 10
GREAT REVENGE WORKS FOR THE LUCKY DAY FUTURITY
Rev was being his usual self, having managed to severely bruise a stablehand's foot and knock the poor guy over in two separate incidents in the space of five minutes. Then he dumped Marissa before she even got him on the track - in fact she hadn't even gotten her second stirrup when the horse jumped sideways, spooked or pretending to spook at God knows what. Okay, silly, let's get on with it. Marissa said firmly, guiding the juvenile colt onto the dirt oval. After a minute or two of walking, Marissa clicked her tongue and the colt quickened his pace to trot.
Now August, the trees were shades of yellow, orange and red. Some were nearly bare, all their leaves fallen around their roots. It made for stunning scenery around the entire property. Rev was all eyes and ears, looking for someone to race. There were no other horses on the track, but a few were being walked out by their handlers around near the barns, and Rev could see the yearlings racing each other around their ten acre paddock. He was full of energy, ready to explode at any moment and Marissa had to be careful not to touch him with her heels, because she knew if she did she'd have a hard time stopping him. There was a lot of energy to burn before they galloped today.
Bred for mile and classic distance races, Great Revenge had so far had an excellent season. He'd lost only three times, winning six times. Most recently though, he'd come in fourth in the Norfolk Stakes six weeks ago. The colt had thrown a front shoe mid race and pulled up lame, so he'd had a short time off to recover before returning to training. It meant he'd had to miss a race or two, but of course it was better he recover in time for the big ones. Marissa wished it was legal to race without shoes - the horses were proven to have far healthier feet after being barefoot for a while.
She allowed the colt to move into canter after about a half mile of trotting. Rev dropped his head slightly, enjoying the easy pace as much as Marissa did. Marissa had always kind of hated trotting. Cantering and galloping were so much more fun! The mile long Lucky Day Futurity was next on Rev's list. The two year old race always attracted quality contenders, and this year was no different. There were five other horses running, two of them bred from Star Thoroughbreds' mares. Marissa knew enough about the competition to know that the race wouldn't be a walk in the park. Rev would have to work harder than ever to claim the win.
The grey colt sprang into action right on cue, his long legs stretching to cover more ground as he accelerated toward the turn. Marissa barely moved a muscle, until she needed to prevent him from sprinting. Rev liked to rush back to the barn or paddock when he didn't have a workout partner. He was one of those horses who treated other horses like dirt, but couldn't be without them for long. As the dirt track stretched out straight in front of them, Marissa began to drive the colt on. Rev responded instantly, taking strides that became more and more powerful after each hoof impacted the dirt. Crossing the finish, Marissa slowed Rev back to a comfortable gallop and then back to canter. He was ready once more to show off his greatness.
Rev was being his usual self, having managed to severely bruise a stablehand's foot and knock the poor guy over in two separate incidents in the space of five minutes. Then he dumped Marissa before she even got him on the track - in fact she hadn't even gotten her second stirrup when the horse jumped sideways, spooked or pretending to spook at God knows what. Okay, silly, let's get on with it. Marissa said firmly, guiding the juvenile colt onto the dirt oval. After a minute or two of walking, Marissa clicked her tongue and the colt quickened his pace to trot.
Now August, the trees were shades of yellow, orange and red. Some were nearly bare, all their leaves fallen around their roots. It made for stunning scenery around the entire property. Rev was all eyes and ears, looking for someone to race. There were no other horses on the track, but a few were being walked out by their handlers around near the barns, and Rev could see the yearlings racing each other around their ten acre paddock. He was full of energy, ready to explode at any moment and Marissa had to be careful not to touch him with her heels, because she knew if she did she'd have a hard time stopping him. There was a lot of energy to burn before they galloped today.
Bred for mile and classic distance races, Great Revenge had so far had an excellent season. He'd lost only three times, winning six times. Most recently though, he'd come in fourth in the Norfolk Stakes six weeks ago. The colt had thrown a front shoe mid race and pulled up lame, so he'd had a short time off to recover before returning to training. It meant he'd had to miss a race or two, but of course it was better he recover in time for the big ones. Marissa wished it was legal to race without shoes - the horses were proven to have far healthier feet after being barefoot for a while.
She allowed the colt to move into canter after about a half mile of trotting. Rev dropped his head slightly, enjoying the easy pace as much as Marissa did. Marissa had always kind of hated trotting. Cantering and galloping were so much more fun! The mile long Lucky Day Futurity was next on Rev's list. The two year old race always attracted quality contenders, and this year was no different. There were five other horses running, two of them bred from Star Thoroughbreds' mares. Marissa knew enough about the competition to know that the race wouldn't be a walk in the park. Rev would have to work harder than ever to claim the win.
The grey colt sprang into action right on cue, his long legs stretching to cover more ground as he accelerated toward the turn. Marissa barely moved a muscle, until she needed to prevent him from sprinting. Rev liked to rush back to the barn or paddock when he didn't have a workout partner. He was one of those horses who treated other horses like dirt, but couldn't be without them for long. As the dirt track stretched out straight in front of them, Marissa began to drive the colt on. Rev responded instantly, taking strides that became more and more powerful after each hoof impacted the dirt. Crossing the finish, Marissa slowed Rev back to a comfortable gallop and then back to canter. He was ready once more to show off his greatness.