Sometime soon

...our time will come...

Easy... The blond said softly as she mounted in one quick movement. The gray colt pranced uneasy, ears twitching back as he was urged into a walk forward. With each movements you could see his muscle ripple under his dappled coat. His ebony hooves light tapped the ground as he quicken his pace, eager to run.
Since the day he broke his maiden we knew he was special. His first race was the Swift Stakes. He was a very promising maiden, seeing as his sire is a Grade One Racer. Out of a field of 12, Spencer came in 1st, winning by four furlongs, beating horses that had raced before.

Clucking, Bell urged the fine colt into a trot. His trot was smooth, yet had a bounce to it. I had enter Spencer in to the Breeders Cup, his last race of the season and I hope he ended it with a BANG. Anything in the top three was enough to make me proud, just not dead last.

He broke stride every so often, prancing in excitement. Spencer was getting older and I was afraid he was losing his touch. But I could be wrong and there could just be tough competition out there. Either way Spencer wasn't do so good lately and I was thinking of retiring him.

Easy.. The Breeder's Cup was in a few days and I didn't want to push him to hard, or have him be tired for the race. I was going to trot/canter him over the track once or so. Just do something so he would be prepare for the race.

Maybe Matt was right, Bell was pushing him too hard. He didn't do good this year, but for sure he would make it to grade 1 next year no matter what it takes. He was going to end with a bang! He was going to be the first colt out of Beyond The Limits to be grade 1!

After going around a lap at trotting I urged the colt in a canter and canter him a few furlongs before being him down to a walk. Good boy..., I said softly sitting in the saddle. I rubbed his neck and wrapped my arms around his neck, in a hug. No matter what, you will always mean the world to me.. I cooed and allowed the colt to walk were he wanted.

The gray colt held his head high and nickered softly. He looked so regal, so proud. He knew he was the all mighty, the best of the stable. We just had to wait for his time to shine on the track. And who knew when that would be....