People: Kirsten Jade, Charlie Burke Jr. & Chantal LeBlanc
Place: Akita Rose Stables Track
Date: February 12 2013 (January Week Two)
"You know you don't have to always come down here anymore eh?" Charlie mumbled to the woman on his left. Kirsten nodded. "I know but I need to see this." Charlie stared ahead at the track. He hated having the owners lingering when he was training but there was nothing he could do about it. He hated it even more when the owner is riding the horse he is training. It's awkward and he felt like he couldn't properly do his job. Hopefully it doesn't reach a boiling point.
Chantal felt all the eyes on her this morning. Figures... She was riding one of ARS' top juvenile contenders. The future Triple Tiara prospect if everything goes well. She quickly wiped the sweat off her brow. This was a lot of pressure on her already and the filly hasn't even begun racing yet.
The dark bay daughter of Akuma Battlecry and Charisma trotted through her warm ups with precision and class. Her head was held high and proud. Her little eyes scanned the track and took in her surroundings with ease. She was ready to start running. She was ready to kick horse bum. Everyone around the stable could see her class and talent. Now it was up to the rest of the racing world to see it and experience it.
They moved into a slow gallop with Chantal high in the stirrups. They made their way over to the iron gates and eased in without a fight. Ladam Rose flicked her tail and pawed at the ground with her left foreleg. Eyes faced the front. They waited for their cue.
The gates slammed open and the pair shot out from the gate. They held a steady pace just like they were instructed. Rosie's legs moved with fluidity that most juveniles lacked. This was it. Now was the time to let her out.
Chantal released her hold on the reins and really let her fly. It was poetry in motion. Never in her life has she ever felt such a connection and caliber like this with a two year old horse.
Charlie clicked the stopwatch without tearing his gaze from the track. He slowly passed it over to Kirsten to see. He heard her gasp. He didn't dare look down. He didn't need to. This