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Post by Snowflake on May 10, 2009 10:23:54 GMT 10
Okay, Akuma. I said authoritively as we walked on to the dirt track. Today's the final day we can prepare you physically for your race. So if you screw this up by behaving badly, you will also screw up any chance you have of winning. We made the transition to trot, smoothly as always. Despite his colossal size, Akuma was as well balanced and coordinated as any normal sized thoroughbred. I turned him through some figure eights and circles, watching carefuly for any sign of misbehaviour. so far, so good. I thought, as we coasted into a gentle canter.
We cantered for a few furlongs, until Akuma was limbered up and ready to gallop. Then I crouched down over his withers a little lower, and urged him on. The colt instantly took flight, digging in powerfully to change into a medium paced gallop. I could feel him fighting a little for his head now; he wanted to go all out. As much as I wanted that too, and as much as I hated to restrain him, I had to hold him in. The race was on saturday morning at ten o clock, and it was now eight on thursday morning. It would ruin his chances if he went all out today. |
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