Post by Tyra Friedman on Apr 14, 2010 15:26:17 GMT -5
Tyra led out the young colt, Fire Me On, who she called Handsome, with a soft smile on her face. She had good feelings about this one, he just seemed to have that edge. She'd seen him in the fields of her home, stood on the fence as he and another had raced across the pastures and she'd known. As the other had given up he had carried on, sure-footed and happy, pushing himself to the veryend of the field where she had stroked him softly.
That was over a year ago now. Since then she'd broken him, trained him. She'd worked hard on his competitiveness using her father and brother's horses and now, now she was almost positive he'd work out. The bay pranced beside her, head held high and proud, black mane pushed back by the wind as he trotted. He nudged Tyra playfully, nickered and started to speed up. Laughing, Tyra shook her head.
"Hold up, Handsome. I know you're eager to go but we have to get their first." she told him, opening the gate to the training flats. Sure, they weren't the greatest but the rough course had built up Fire Me On's power recently and she wanted to see how much he had progressed before registering for their first race. Tentatively, she mounted the excited bay, pulled the reins slightly to calm him as they entered the start gate, readied herself and bit her lip as her brother opened the start gates and Handsome set off.
The ride was smooth, muscles flowing beneath her as she rode him and his ears flattened against his head and he pushed onwards. She'd chosen a nine furlong course which was his lower limit and wasn't pushing him too hard as she needed him ready to race soon, but Fire Me On was going fast and gaining speed. They rounded a corner and, the end in sight, Fire Me On gave a small, short end burst as they passed the end marker.
Tyra patted the bay as he slowed to a walk, a slight sweat pasted across his dark coat. She led him off the course and dismounted, removing his tack and grooming him before taking him out to walk off the exercise, happy with his overall progress.
That was over a year ago now. Since then she'd broken him, trained him. She'd worked hard on his competitiveness using her father and brother's horses and now, now she was almost positive he'd work out. The bay pranced beside her, head held high and proud, black mane pushed back by the wind as he trotted. He nudged Tyra playfully, nickered and started to speed up. Laughing, Tyra shook her head.
"Hold up, Handsome. I know you're eager to go but we have to get their first." she told him, opening the gate to the training flats. Sure, they weren't the greatest but the rough course had built up Fire Me On's power recently and she wanted to see how much he had progressed before registering for their first race. Tentatively, she mounted the excited bay, pulled the reins slightly to calm him as they entered the start gate, readied herself and bit her lip as her brother opened the start gates and Handsome set off.
The ride was smooth, muscles flowing beneath her as she rode him and his ears flattened against his head and he pushed onwards. She'd chosen a nine furlong course which was his lower limit and wasn't pushing him too hard as she needed him ready to race soon, but Fire Me On was going fast and gaining speed. They rounded a corner and, the end in sight, Fire Me On gave a small, short end burst as they passed the end marker.
Tyra patted the bay as he slowed to a walk, a slight sweat pasted across his dark coat. She led him off the course and dismounted, removing his tack and grooming him before taking him out to walk off the exercise, happy with his overall progress.