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Post by Keelin Lennox on Sept 8, 2008 21:29:27 GMT -5
Horse: Emblemat [Emmy]
Date: 9-8-08
Distance: 6 furlongs
Type: blow-out
Purpose: race prep
The young man brought his filly out of her stall and hooked her into the cross-ties. She shoved her nose into his chest, looking for attention. "Oh please, like you're not spoiled enough," he said and tapped her nose away. She jerked her head up as if she were offended, but just rested a back foot knowing the drill. Feliks brushed a clump of dirt off her neck and one off her hock before sweeping a soft brush over her coat to make it shine. "Good girl," he said and patted her neck. It was then that Marcelina stepped into the stable, dressed in her lilac breeches and a white tank top. She was zipping up her black protection vest and placing her helmet on as Feliks finished picking Emmy's hooves. "How are we running today?" Celina asked as she lifted the light saddle onto the filly's back. "All-out, but you know that doesn't mean all-out, right?" her brother said, and she nodded. For the Adamskis, they never ran their horses "all-out" technically speaking; they always saved a bit for the race.
Once Emmy was all tacked up, Celina led her out to the track with Feliks by her side. "Jeden, dwa, trzy," Feliks counted and gave his sister a leg up onto the filly. He spoke it in their native language; Polish. "Atta girl," Celina said and ran a hand down the tireless filly's neck. "Six furlongs, remember," the man said and then took a seat on the white rail which would be their finish. The yellow stop watch hung around his neck by a black string, ready to be clicked to go.
Celina tapped her heels onto her mount's sides, and she sprung off into a trot. Emmy's trot had long, smooth strides, but the young woman atop her rose into a jockeying position anyways. The filly's head was up high as she observed the familiar track. Because she was still only a few months past two, they gave her plenty of easy warm-up. After the turn was made, Celina asked the Thoroughbred for a canter. Eagerly the filly leapt into it, taking the same long and graceful strides. "Good girl, easy now," Celina said and shortened the rubber reins a bit.
After the filly was properly loosened up, Feliks helped them load up into the gate. Emmy started jigging in place as they waited for the bell was rung. It was not long until the familiar sound was made, and the pair flew from the gate. Celina had to hold her horse back a little bit as she came on too strong like normal. In the fourth furlong she let the filly go a little bit more so that her stride reached long and low. "Easy now, wait your turn," Celina whispered to the bay filly. Emmy was determined, and loved the restricted freedom she was given with the coming of the fifth furlong. Feliks was waiting anxiously as the clock ticked on.
Within seconds the clock stopped as they galloped by. Feliks grinned seeing it was a good time. Not their record, but close to it and competitive enough to have a chance in the upcoming race. The filly had lather on her neck and running down her back legs as she was slowed down to an easy canter. "Good girl," Celina said as she patted the filly's neck. She kept going strong, but the girl kept her at an easy lope for the time being. When they were half-way to Feliks again, they slowed to a trot and finally a walk on loose rein.
"She seemed really confident; did she fight at all?" Feliks asked his sister eagerly. "No, actually, but she definately still has energy to go," she replied with a laugh. The guy jumped down from the rail as his sister halted the horse. "Good girl, you were great today," he told her and held the reins as Celina got off. The young man patted the filly and walked her back to the barn as Marcelina examined their time.
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