Glory Run Y16 WorkoutHailey led the bay filly out to the dirt track, the horse prancing all the way from the barn to the track. The horse knew what the track meant and she wanted to run. Well, she'd get to do that today. It'd be a perfect day except for the fact that it was raining. At least, Fable wasn't out here, because she'd definitely pitch a fit over having to work in the rain. Glory didn't seem to mind either way. One less thing to worry about, and she'd rather have a horse that didn't care over Ransom, who was unpredictable at times, and Fable, who hated the rain and mud. There was Seattle, but she hadn't gotten a chance to ride him yet.
The dirt was turning to mud by the time they stepped on the track. It squished underneath her boots and Glory's hooves, and she was drenched with rain. Nevertheless, she got up in Glory's saddle and urged the filly forward. The horse rushed forward, only for Hailey to pull her back. No use in letting the filly run full out before she was warmed up. Reluctantly, Glory slowed down, though Hailey could tell that she was by no means happy about it. Once she was sure the horse was properly warmed up, she urged the horse into a slow gallop. The mud still squished between the horse's hooves and the rain pattered the ground. It didn't matter much though, since the horse didn't seem to mind the mud and once the workout was done, they could both go back into the warmth of the barn. A five furlong gallop was in the schedule today, a nice short run before her first race. Glory ran easily along the track, ears pricked forward. Finally getting the chance to run, the horse loved it. And Hailey had to admit that she loved it too. This was where she belonged: on the back of a horse. All that filled the silence was the rain and the horse's breathing, nice and steady, not too hard. She'd been a bit out of shape when they got her, but now the horse was as fit as a fiddle. It seemed much too short when five furlongs had gone by, and she was forced to pull the horse up. The bay filly tossed her head unhappily as she slowed down. Hailey patted her neck, feeling as disappointed as the horse. She would've loved to go a bit further, but five furlongs was enough for now and she was eager to get back in the warm barn. "Good girl, Glory," she said. "Good girl."
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