Post by wildhorse11 on Apr 2, 2008 23:33:37 GMT -5
The couple trotted out onto the track for their daily workout. Although Montana wasn't a racehorse, he looked and ran like one. Besides, they were conditioning for the State Qualifiers. Three Day Eventing takes allot of training and a good, solid horse with stamina to run for miles without tiring. Bought as an unwanted yearling for just four thousand dollars (which he had well paid off in prize money) he was now worth well over thirty thousand.
With the sun now settling over the hills, Anastasia (whom will be referred to as Stasia) and Montana started off at a brisk trot. After one lap at the trot, they cantered two others until he had worked up a good sweat. As they moved fluidly around the oval track, it seemed as though they were one: rider fluently following horse's movement and horse giving every bit of attention possible to her as she leaned over his withers whispering in his ear with every stride. And, she found, that by quickening the pace of her voice, he would lengthen his stride. And with every stride she would quicken her pace and he would lengthen until they were flying.
This glorious picture lasted for but a moment as she came back to her senses and asked him back into the canter so as to save his last bit of energy for the up-hill hack back to the barn.
She let him back to a brisk walk and with head high and ears pricked they began there two-lap cool-off around the track once again and by the time they were finished and back at the barn, all was silent and all was dark besides a light in the tack room.
She rubbed him down well, groomed him, gave him a carrot, and put him back into his stall to await another day and another evening to be spent with his human.
With the sun now settling over the hills, Anastasia (whom will be referred to as Stasia) and Montana started off at a brisk trot. After one lap at the trot, they cantered two others until he had worked up a good sweat. As they moved fluidly around the oval track, it seemed as though they were one: rider fluently following horse's movement and horse giving every bit of attention possible to her as she leaned over his withers whispering in his ear with every stride. And, she found, that by quickening the pace of her voice, he would lengthen his stride. And with every stride she would quicken her pace and he would lengthen until they were flying.
This glorious picture lasted for but a moment as she came back to her senses and asked him back into the canter so as to save his last bit of energy for the up-hill hack back to the barn.
She let him back to a brisk walk and with head high and ears pricked they began there two-lap cool-off around the track once again and by the time they were finished and back at the barn, all was silent and all was dark besides a light in the tack room.
She rubbed him down well, groomed him, gave him a carrot, and put him back into his stall to await another day and another evening to be spent with his human.
