Post by Millie Daveys on Aug 28, 2013 5:40:35 GMT -5
Dare To Impress ridden by Millie Daveys
Millie made her way over to the filly's stall, where she stood quietly, already tacked up. Her ears pricked as she notice Millie and she gave out a quiet nicker to greet her. Millie smiled and opened up the stall door. Areto shifted her weight evenly onto all four legs and edged over to the open door. Millie held out her hand and reached for the reins, untwisting them and fastened up the throat lash again. Areto was an amazing filly, she had the breeding, the talent, the passion, but in races it just didn't seem to be enough recently. Millie had brought her out today to try kick her into gear before her next race, she was hoping for a win. Josh walked around the corner of the barn just as Millie began to lead Areto out of her stall. Hey, He said. need any help? Millie jumped a little as she expected to be alone, and then shrugged, Whatever, I'm sure I can find some use for you.
Millie and Josh both made their way down to the turf track where they would be practicing today. Areto pranced excitedly as they neared the entrance; tossing her head and whinnying loudly, not like there was anyone else around to hear though. It was 6:30am and Millie had come to the barn early to practice with Areto alone, she didn't realise Josh would be so keen as well. Areto quickly began to fidget and was eager to go! Give us a leg. Millie mumbled to Josh. He quickly lifted her small frame up onto the large black filly and as he did so the flighty filly pranced off. Millie slid her feet into the stirrups and pulled up the reins, slowing Areto to a more controlled walk. Josh jogged beside them for a while until they began to trot, he then jumped over the rail and leant over it, ready with his stop watch.
Millie not so much urged, but allowed Areto into a trot. She was very keen and willing and this was something Millie loved about her. Areto was really energetic today and Millie was looking forward to seeing what she had. Millie asked for the upwards transition into canter. Areto let out a little squeal and a buck before shooting forward into a rushed canter. Millie brought her back to a more collected canter. She was very responsive and Millie was happy with how much she had matured this year already. Before she would have fought before calming and responding.
Areto shot around onto the straight, the straight was around 4 furlongs and they would gallop the length of it. Millie raised her arm to Josh, signalling to start the stop watch. As she did she pushed Areto forward into a gallop. Areto pricked her ears and she lunged out into a long stride. She had long delicate legs, a little too long for her small frame, but she had muscular quarters to push her forward. She was built for racing and there was no denying that. Even her brain was built for it, as soon as they were on the track she knew her job, she may throw the odd buck and speed off every now and then, but you can tell that her mind is still on the job. Areto enjoyed to run and Millie believed that this was the key component to success; if it was, Areto was sure to have much success to come. Millie had let Areto come along slowly so far, but not she had matured more Millie was keen to get a move on with her career.
Areto's long dark legs stretched far in front, eating up the turf as she made her way quickly along the mud splattered rail. The turf was a little soft, the early morning dew still lay on the blades of grass. However, this did not phase Areto, she dug her heels in and propelled herself forward. One and a half furlongs had passed and they were cruising along the rail. Millie had planned to gallop the last two furlongs, as a short blow out before the run up to Areto's upcoming race. It would be good for her to blow off a little steam. Millie could tell that Areto was finally beginning to get a little pissed off when she didn't win a race; and this was what Millie had been waiting for. To her, it meant that Areto was finally ready to get out there and drive herself for the win, instead of Millie doing it for her, Millie was confident they would do well in there next race.
As they breezed past the two furlong marker Millie kicked it up a gear. She crouched lower in the saddle and pushed the filly forward. Areto responded within a second, dropped her head, stretched out her neck, lengthened her stride and quickened her pace. The pair were cruising along, hugging the rail tightly. Areto was had a great talent of keeping her place during a race, but still managing to not get boxed in. She fought for what she wanted and fended off any competition. Areto seemed to not grow tired. She had all attention on what she was doing and pulled off what Millie was guessing was an impressive time and they flew across the four furlong marker. Happily, Millie eased her back down to a canter, trot and eventually walk.
They headed back in Josh's direction and he met them half way, holding the timer up in the air with a smile on his face. Millie took it off him and smiled. She's definitely ready for a long deserved win now! Said Josh. Millie nodded back and patted the filly on the neck.