Post by James on Dec 14, 2018 16:04:57 GMT -5
The frosty morning had the large chestnut colt on edge. His usually playful demeanor replaced with something else. Focus. He waited for the rising sun to hit the same pot it did every day before his rider, Josh, would let his feet hit the track's soft dirt. He pranced a bit as a few people gathered at the rail. "Load him up, then start him off slow for three and a quarter, then finish it off with a 4 furlong breeze." The one holding a stopwatch said, as Josh nodded. The colt loaded unusally quiet today, standing stock still as he waited. Hearing the loud claning bell, he burst forward, his powerful legs propelling his forward. After he got up to speed, his jockey checked him. As the colt fell into a rhythm, he slowly edged up his speed. As the hit the three quarters mark between three and four, his jockey loosened the reins. Grabbing the bit with renewed vigor, the colt shot forward with even more speed. He pounded along, his large strides covering ground effectively. One furlong down. Josh urged him on, leaning just a bit more into the colt's neck. As he continued to go along, the people at the rail were already starting to compare times. But the one in the center of the group remained still, watching the handsome colt before him. Three furlongs down, one to go. The colt seemed to know this, and hit another gear. Gaining a bit more speed he took that last furlong with style and class. Just as he thundered past the last pole, Josh started to pull him up, and let him do a slow jog around the track. His breathing returned to near normal, the pair headed for the spectators at the rail. "That was his best run yet, a 2:00.07. If he continues to run at this rate, he'll be running with the big boys in no time," the center spectator said to Josh. "He was feeling real limber this morning, and he was ready to run. He's finally gettin' focused, James." Josh said as he slid off the big colt and grabbed his reins. "Who's next?"