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Post by Snowflake on Feb 4, 2009 21:28:12 GMT 10
Argh, Flyer. Seconditus sucks. I said loudly as I groomed the bay filly to perfection. Simply A Flyer, the filly by HOF RHOTY racing legend Merry Bay King and out of successful grade one race mare Flying Loose, had placed second in her first three starts of her three year old season. The Spring Cup loomed, and the filly needed one more win to make grade four.
I ran the brush down her flank one last time, then proceded to tack the well conformed thoroughbred up. She quivered with excitement when I set the exercise saddle and blanket on her back, and took the bit eagerly when I offered it to her. It only took about five minutes to tack her up - then we headed off to the oval of turf where we would train today.
We began our workout by warming up, trotting figure eights and circles for a while, then switching to canter and repeating the exercises. As usual, Flyer was eager to do as I said, and together we worked in harmony. After warming up thoroughly, we increased our speed and changed paces to gallop. It was to be a speed work today, so after a few short furlongs of galloping at a comfortable pace, I urged the filly faster. Come on, girl. I said, crouching down lower over the filly's withers. You can do better than this! As if she'd understood, Flyer dug in suddenly and increased her speed dramatically, lunging forward with all her might, and kicking out with every ounce of strength. Good girl! I cried.
Holding the pace, we flashed past the finish and slowed down to canter, then trot. We turned around, then cantered back to the gap in the fence. Thanks, baby. I grinned, petting her neck affectionately.
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