Post by Millie Daveys on Aug 31, 2008 10:57:28 GMT -5
Smarty's Dream ridden by Millie Daveys
Running Nine Furlongs on the Dirt
The going is Good and the weather is Overcast
Sweetie was grumpy, she half reared and then jolted forwards. I held on, but it was nothing new with her, just her usual self. I pushed her forwards into a walk. She pranced along, hyped up, this would be an interesting run. I kept her away from the other horses whilst we warmed up, or she just wouldn't take any notice of me. I ran a lap of the track with her and then joined the other horses. Sweetie imediately began to fool around and gave a little buck. All of the horses were loaded into the gates. I waited for the buzzer to buzz tensley. I shortened my reins and held the crop firmly. This wasn't even a propper race but I was tense, with how Sweetie was acting, so hyper and silly. After what seemed like hours the buzzer finally went. Sweetie flew out of the gates impressivly, and continued to hold her place on the rail.
Sweetie was a front runner, and as usual she took her place at the front of the race. My nerves seemed to fade away and I was no longer tense. Sweetie wasn't acting up at all, this was probably on of the, or the best start she had ever run. We had now run just over one furlong, and the pack hadn't shifted much, Sweetie up front with the other four horses running behind in single file. Sweetie snorted as a horse began to come up next to her rump as we past the two furlong marker. You could just tell by the way she looked and began to quicken her pace slightly that she wouldn't give up her place without a fight. Sweetie knew how to run a race and she was a natural, she wouldn't give all she had to run at the front, she knew she needed to save her self.
We passed the four furlong marker, I must have completley missed the three furlong marker concentrating so much on Sweetie. She began to slightly quicken her pace as we came half way through the race. She seemed pleased with herself that she had managed to lead throughout the race so far. Then we passed the 5 furlong marker. Sweetie pushed herself on even without me having to ask her to. She hugged the rail tightly as we galloped around the long corner. She slightly tipped herself towards the rail, me along with her.
As we came onto the long finishing straight Sweetie instincticly lowered her head and quickend her speed. The pack started to shift and the horse that had earlier challenged Sweetie for the lead came up and galloped beside her. The other horses began to unfold from the rail also, and galloped up to challenge Sweetie. She sped down the mud splattered rail, securing her lead by a length. Gradually she pulled away by aother half of a length, as we thundered towards the finish line. Sweetie bounded across, eventually winning by nearly two lenghts.
Gradually I brought the mud covered horse to a walk. I smilled broadly and gave her a big pat on her neck. She nickered, like she was happy she'd won. But then the real Sweetie came back, as one of the other horses walked past she reached out to bite her, I tugged on the reins and walked her on. After a cool down I dimounted Sweetie and led her back to the stables.