Post by april on Jul 21, 2009 11:14:10 GMT -5
Ransom is, as always, both spirited and an angel. he has a love of running and heart that help make him a great racer, and sweetness that makes him my friend. Both help him during our breezes, and this one is no exception. He runs his best because he loves what he’s doing and wants to please me. I can tell that he’s anxious to get going, but we have to warm up first. We lap the track at a walk, and then move into a trot, gradually picking up the speed until it’s time to change into a canter. he springs into the three beat gait beautifully as soon as I give the signal. “That’s the way boy. And in just a bit we’ll have a good gallop.” Once I can tell by his movements that every muscle is good and loose, I give him the signal and away we fly. he’s in his ultimate paradise, and so am I. I can’t imagine a life without the horses I love so much. We pound down the track together, and I don’t know which of us is having more fun. I love the thrill of speed, but I love my horses even more. All too soon it’s time to slow back down. I have plenty of races in mind, and I don’t want to push Ransom too hard. he’s so happy when we finish, and I pet him and praise him as I cool him out.