Post by xx Sustain xx on Aug 25, 2007 3:28:19 GMT -5
RACE TO THE FINNISH LINE
Marien strocked the fillys nose "Easy there girl" she cooed as the filly paced around while Nick struggled to tighten her girth. There was somthing about this thoroughbred that gave Marien the feeling her first race would be successful. It had been a few weeks of hard training and now they where pretty sure the filly was ready to race.
Nick kept her back "Not yet Faith, wait" he cooed gently while adjusting his goggles. Amy sat herself ontop of the fence prepared to watch the hopefuly succesful filly. They where practising for her first race and this was their last try. The bay filly pranced on the spot, her head high and her ears pricked, her first time under saddle had been like this, but hopefuly that was just a sighn of energy.
Nick reached forwards with the reins, giving her some slack and almost imediantly the filly burst forwards with a fast movement. Nick was slightly shoked and had to pull himself together before snapping back to attention. The thoroughbreds heart was racing, and he could feel her breathing and the slight and sudden jolts of energy everynow and then. Her speed was amazing, more than impressive.
As they rounded the bend, Faith was still swinging with action, her ears where to the side blocking out the streams of air and her nostrils where flaired. They where on the home run now and Nick knew if she ran like this at the race she would be certain to score the blue. Her blood was being pumped rageously around her body, forcing speed to errupt from her legs. This was amazing. And this filly was more than just promising, she was a winner thats game was still waiting to be had.