Post by Alexia on Nov 23, 2011 22:17:01 GMT
Mona was a beautiful creature, that there was no denying. There were a lot of routes that she could have gone down with looks like hers. Movie producers were forever looking for good looking horses, she had the confirmation of a dressage horse and the sure-footedness of a show jumped. In fact, the filly may well have suited three day eventing. But that was not the life for which she had been destined. Instead, another route had been chosen for her. A route which suited her perfectly. Flat racing.
Of course, racing was what she had been bred to do. She was a thoroughbred and her lines were not exactly terrible, holding several sucessful racers within them. But her sire was also a show horse and he had proved himself highly successful in both fields. Still, it had taken Mona a while to notice her beauty and by the time she had and she had found her confidence her hoof was already through the racing door.
The dark bay filly was a star in her own right. With her perfect confirmation and diva-like personality she would never be forgotten. OK, so she wasn't a G1 racer yet but she was well on her way and with the never-ending rivalry with her sister the fire would remained fuelled for a long time to come. Each race was a competition, and this filly hated to back down. Since finding her confidence she had become a highly dominant and commanding mare and it showed in everything she did. Especially on the track, where her game playing and great spirit made her shine like no other.
To Alexia, Mona represented everything the stable aimed for. Happy, confident horses who were successful. Horses who would not back down without a fight. The beauty of Mona was just a bonus, and it was hoped that when she was finally put to brood those stunning looks would be passed on. But that time was not upon them yet, Mona faced at least one more year on the track if not more. Her name would go down in history, one way or another.
Sometimes, it was like the filly knew what was planned for her. the way she commanded over the paddock and moved through the horses like some sort of queen was almost a personification of what was hoped for her future. Her demand for respect resulted in her getting her way for the most part and Alexia loved to spoil the mare who, so strict on other horses, was a bit of a softy with humans. Mutual respect was all it took and the bond between the jockey and the horse was growing each day. Certainly, Alexia spent as much time as she could with her up and coming star and whenever she got a moment she would stand and watch as she moved through the pasture in her elegant, almost regal way.
But not all time could be for fun and sometimes they had to work - although that could be just as fun as anything else, and when it came down to it Mona always leapt at the chance to prove herself and show off. After all, she had to show her equine subjects exactly why she was leader of the herd. In fact, it had got to a point now when Mona knew exactly what Alexia wanted when she entered the paddock and would move over to greet her friend. Tacking up was always easy and when they started their walk down toward the track Mona would always appear eager and ready to move.
As Alexia mounted she stroked the mare's neck softly and push her forwards. On this day Mona was in a relatively good mood and boxed well, almost as if she knew that the upcoming race was important. Her ears twitched atop her head as she waited for the gates to open and when they did her break was fast. Alexia could feel the wind hit her as they suddenly surged forwards, Mona pushing instantly into a gallop as she moved out onto the dirt track. her long, muscular legs moved quickly as they moved down the first few furlongs and Alexia found there was very little she had to do in order to keep the filly on track.
Certainly, the experience of the filly shone during that workout. With her head flung high and a gleam in her eye she moved with little concern. each flint was perfectly placed, each stride without error. It was rare to see such perfect conformation in a galloping horse and Mona just knew she was special. Alexia crouched low to the horses neck in order to reduce wind resistance and began to push as they reached the corner toward the end of the first straight. It was only a small push but Mona knew what it meant and her pace started to increase. As they rounded the corner the filly changed legs and as they came onto the straight she pushed herself into it ashard as she could.
Alexia fed the filly's fire by driving harder now, cracking the crop only once on the filly's rump as they raced down the straight, the stride longer and more determined now. The wind whipped back the filly's mane and her tail flew behind them like a banner. Almost asif challenging anyone around them to catch them if they could. A grin spread across Alexia's features as they flew past the post. They were ready.
Of course, racing was what she had been bred to do. She was a thoroughbred and her lines were not exactly terrible, holding several sucessful racers within them. But her sire was also a show horse and he had proved himself highly successful in both fields. Still, it had taken Mona a while to notice her beauty and by the time she had and she had found her confidence her hoof was already through the racing door.
The dark bay filly was a star in her own right. With her perfect confirmation and diva-like personality she would never be forgotten. OK, so she wasn't a G1 racer yet but she was well on her way and with the never-ending rivalry with her sister the fire would remained fuelled for a long time to come. Each race was a competition, and this filly hated to back down. Since finding her confidence she had become a highly dominant and commanding mare and it showed in everything she did. Especially on the track, where her game playing and great spirit made her shine like no other.
To Alexia, Mona represented everything the stable aimed for. Happy, confident horses who were successful. Horses who would not back down without a fight. The beauty of Mona was just a bonus, and it was hoped that when she was finally put to brood those stunning looks would be passed on. But that time was not upon them yet, Mona faced at least one more year on the track if not more. Her name would go down in history, one way or another.
Sometimes, it was like the filly knew what was planned for her. the way she commanded over the paddock and moved through the horses like some sort of queen was almost a personification of what was hoped for her future. Her demand for respect resulted in her getting her way for the most part and Alexia loved to spoil the mare who, so strict on other horses, was a bit of a softy with humans. Mutual respect was all it took and the bond between the jockey and the horse was growing each day. Certainly, Alexia spent as much time as she could with her up and coming star and whenever she got a moment she would stand and watch as she moved through the pasture in her elegant, almost regal way.
But not all time could be for fun and sometimes they had to work - although that could be just as fun as anything else, and when it came down to it Mona always leapt at the chance to prove herself and show off. After all, she had to show her equine subjects exactly why she was leader of the herd. In fact, it had got to a point now when Mona knew exactly what Alexia wanted when she entered the paddock and would move over to greet her friend. Tacking up was always easy and when they started their walk down toward the track Mona would always appear eager and ready to move.
As Alexia mounted she stroked the mare's neck softly and push her forwards. On this day Mona was in a relatively good mood and boxed well, almost as if she knew that the upcoming race was important. Her ears twitched atop her head as she waited for the gates to open and when they did her break was fast. Alexia could feel the wind hit her as they suddenly surged forwards, Mona pushing instantly into a gallop as she moved out onto the dirt track. her long, muscular legs moved quickly as they moved down the first few furlongs and Alexia found there was very little she had to do in order to keep the filly on track.
Certainly, the experience of the filly shone during that workout. With her head flung high and a gleam in her eye she moved with little concern. each flint was perfectly placed, each stride without error. It was rare to see such perfect conformation in a galloping horse and Mona just knew she was special. Alexia crouched low to the horses neck in order to reduce wind resistance and began to push as they reached the corner toward the end of the first straight. It was only a small push but Mona knew what it meant and her pace started to increase. As they rounded the corner the filly changed legs and as they came onto the straight she pushed herself into it ashard as she could.
Alexia fed the filly's fire by driving harder now, cracking the crop only once on the filly's rump as they raced down the straight, the stride longer and more determined now. The wind whipped back the filly's mane and her tail flew behind them like a banner. Almost asif challenging anyone around them to catch them if they could. A grin spread across Alexia's features as they flew past the post. They were ready.
