Post by Lucy on Jan 10, 2014 3:49:10 GMT
*Passion In Her Heart*
Horse: Passion Heart
Rider: Connor Stewart
Connor trotted the spirited black mare onto the turf course. She danced and bucked her hind legs as soon as she touched the surface. She was in a great mood. She had been ever since Connor had arrived at the barn an hour ago. She was perky and alert on this fine February morning. She was entered the next week in the Spring Cup Grade Five Turf. She would be rested till the race. Lucy was planning on trailering all her Spring Cup entrants within the next two days, so they were settled.
Ally finally calmed enough for Connor to get a relaxed position in the saddle. She bobbed her head to the side and yanked at the bit. Connor kept a strong hold on her. She bounded her rear end to side and let out a shrill whinny that echoed throughout the grounds. Her buck was fierce. It was a surprise that Connor stayed put in the saddle. He was thrashed upon her neck. He knew he had to let her go.
Once the reins were loosened, the pressure on the bit softened, she was off like a flash of lightning. Ally flew down the backside of the track. Her hooves thundered in the air. Connor perched high and mighty. His hands were light, but firm. He gave her what she needed and she shown him what she had in her. She dashed around the turn and pulled herself into the stretch with high force. Her strides lengthened and her heart pounded and she kicked it into another gear.
Down the stretch they came. The black mare ran like she was on fire. She didn't disappoint. She flew by that wire and let out another whinny, letting all know she was in charge. Connor cooled her out and rode her back to the barns. The mare was impressive. She showed no weakness. She was passionate about racing. She knew the job that needed to be done.
Horse: Passion Heart
Rider: Connor Stewart
Connor trotted the spirited black mare onto the turf course. She danced and bucked her hind legs as soon as she touched the surface. She was in a great mood. She had been ever since Connor had arrived at the barn an hour ago. She was perky and alert on this fine February morning. She was entered the next week in the Spring Cup Grade Five Turf. She would be rested till the race. Lucy was planning on trailering all her Spring Cup entrants within the next two days, so they were settled.
Ally finally calmed enough for Connor to get a relaxed position in the saddle. She bobbed her head to the side and yanked at the bit. Connor kept a strong hold on her. She bounded her rear end to side and let out a shrill whinny that echoed throughout the grounds. Her buck was fierce. It was a surprise that Connor stayed put in the saddle. He was thrashed upon her neck. He knew he had to let her go.
Once the reins were loosened, the pressure on the bit softened, she was off like a flash of lightning. Ally flew down the backside of the track. Her hooves thundered in the air. Connor perched high and mighty. His hands were light, but firm. He gave her what she needed and she shown him what she had in her. She dashed around the turn and pulled herself into the stretch with high force. Her strides lengthened and her heart pounded and she kicked it into another gear.
Down the stretch they came. The black mare ran like she was on fire. She didn't disappoint. She flew by that wire and let out another whinny, letting all know she was in charge. Connor cooled her out and rode her back to the barns. The mare was impressive. She showed no weakness. She was passionate about racing. She knew the job that needed to be done.