Post by Snowflake on Feb 1, 2010 11:03:33 GMT 10
With my body rising in time with the black filly's rhythmic, bouncy trot, my mind was free to relive the Unicorn Horn Dirt over and over again. I had never felt such power in Sylvia. She'd run an incredible race, from the gate to the finish. I kept remembering the sudden surge of speed when I thought she was spent, and the thrill when it kept on coming. We'd passed by the others as though they were standing still, even Bank On Glory. Glory had had an unfortunate finish - the race was so close for second, third, fourth and fifth that it was a photo for all places, and the handsome grey unluckily had just raised his head at the wrong time.