Post by Isabelle on Feb 9, 2018 2:40:26 GMT -6
8 Furlongs on Turf Juvenile Workout
Revenge of the Angels (Angie) - Evander Thorne
Sierra (Sia) - Abigail Fortunata
Windfallen (Ivy) - David Rittenhouse
A squeal rang out, followed by the sound of a fence board being kicked down. Angie was on her way, haphazardly. The crew readying the starting gate braced themselves as the black witch barreled her way on a tight rein down the backstretch. Evander was wrestling with the cranky filly, and managed to ease her to a stop while a groom checked her leg to be sure she hadn’t injured herself. The feisty girl mouthed her bit and wiggled, and the gating helpers quickly moved to help shove the girl into her chute. She was a wild card lady, out of unknown lines, and most knew to keep back from Revenge of the Angels at all times.
Windfallen cantered up casually, limbered and ready to take on her workout. She had been showing extremely well in prospects, and seemed to be mentally in the workout for the day. David was keeping careful attention to keep her mood even and her interest in what was going on. She was a big hopeful for this season for the sprinting turf tracks for NDM. At first she balked at the starting gate, giving it a bit of a sniff, and shook her head as she worked out the safety of the small space.
Abigail trotted Sierra back and forth waiting for Ivy to get loaded. Sierra was the tallest of the fillies, the red in her coat shining out after a lovely grooming that morning. She was bright, with ears perked, and ready for her chance to run. She’d also been showing well in prospects, and NDM was hoping to make a nice miler turf runner out of her. Abigail gave Sia her head to investigate starting gate, letting her look for a few moments. Given the chance, Sierra blinked a few times, but went into her alley without incident.
Dinging the doors apart, the trio all sank back and burst forward. Angie was the slowest breaker, letting the other two go before her as she sought out her finicky pacing. Both general mid runners, Sia and Ivy galloped together for a few strides before Sia drifted back a bit on the inside. Ivy, a bit unsure of herself at pacing the lead, was the true sprinter of the group. Encouraged by her rider she put forth more effort to holding the front, but frequently needed support and a double check along the way.
Happier in the middle, Sia’s ears flicked, gauging the sounds of the fillies she was running with. Enjoying the longer runs, she was a touch sluggish in the first few furlongs, letting a wider gap occur behind Ivy. Angie didn’t seem to care much about what was going on overall, but she was getting antsy and pulling at her bit, pushing up against the chestnut in front of her. For a furlong the trio settled out in a smoother ride, giving their jockies a breather. As the mile marker drew nearer, Angie was released to run, kick starting Sia to get into gear to keep up. The two crept up on Ivy, who was starting to tire but held onto her lead strongly, not wanting to give up.
Revenge of the Angels (Angie) - Evander Thorne
Sierra (Sia) - Abigail Fortunata
Windfallen (Ivy) - David Rittenhouse
A squeal rang out, followed by the sound of a fence board being kicked down. Angie was on her way, haphazardly. The crew readying the starting gate braced themselves as the black witch barreled her way on a tight rein down the backstretch. Evander was wrestling with the cranky filly, and managed to ease her to a stop while a groom checked her leg to be sure she hadn’t injured herself. The feisty girl mouthed her bit and wiggled, and the gating helpers quickly moved to help shove the girl into her chute. She was a wild card lady, out of unknown lines, and most knew to keep back from Revenge of the Angels at all times.
Windfallen cantered up casually, limbered and ready to take on her workout. She had been showing extremely well in prospects, and seemed to be mentally in the workout for the day. David was keeping careful attention to keep her mood even and her interest in what was going on. She was a big hopeful for this season for the sprinting turf tracks for NDM. At first she balked at the starting gate, giving it a bit of a sniff, and shook her head as she worked out the safety of the small space.
Abigail trotted Sierra back and forth waiting for Ivy to get loaded. Sierra was the tallest of the fillies, the red in her coat shining out after a lovely grooming that morning. She was bright, with ears perked, and ready for her chance to run. She’d also been showing well in prospects, and NDM was hoping to make a nice miler turf runner out of her. Abigail gave Sia her head to investigate starting gate, letting her look for a few moments. Given the chance, Sierra blinked a few times, but went into her alley without incident.
Dinging the doors apart, the trio all sank back and burst forward. Angie was the slowest breaker, letting the other two go before her as she sought out her finicky pacing. Both general mid runners, Sia and Ivy galloped together for a few strides before Sia drifted back a bit on the inside. Ivy, a bit unsure of herself at pacing the lead, was the true sprinter of the group. Encouraged by her rider she put forth more effort to holding the front, but frequently needed support and a double check along the way.
Happier in the middle, Sia’s ears flicked, gauging the sounds of the fillies she was running with. Enjoying the longer runs, she was a touch sluggish in the first few furlongs, letting a wider gap occur behind Ivy. Angie didn’t seem to care much about what was going on overall, but she was getting antsy and pulling at her bit, pushing up against the chestnut in front of her. For a furlong the trio settled out in a smoother ride, giving their jockies a breather. As the mile marker drew nearer, Angie was released to run, kick starting Sia to get into gear to keep up. The two crept up on Ivy, who was starting to tire but held onto her lead strongly, not wanting to give up.
