My hooves pound the earth as I am determined to run as fast as my legs will carry me. My rider astride me slows me, even when I honestly don't want to.

He hoos off and untacks me and showers me with cold water. Which felt really good in the hot summer months.

He put me back in my dark stall facing away from the bright sunlight. It was peaceful this morning...but in a few hours the races would begin and the crowds would crowd around yelling.

My feet are sturdy underneath me as I munch on the lovely tasting hay hanging in my stall in the corner. My halter clicks the side of the stall as the metal on it hits the wood.

Ding ding ding.

Has it been 2 hours already?

I gaze up the big clock in the middle of the race track. 1 hour until races start.

I sense movement in the stands as people swarm to the metal seatings.

The crowds has began to show up and my first race ever is race number 3.

I have never raced before, but I know what it is like in training. It beings me hoy to run ny heart out! To be proud of my speed is amazing!

To feel my long mane and tail blow in the pushing wind that I force myself against.

Ah...the feeling..is amazing.

My master grabs my leather leadrope as he clips it to my haltwr and opens the stall. We headed out to the tack uo stalls for me to get all shined up or something like that.

Afterwards Race 1 had finished and Race 2 was in progress.

My master saddles me and bridles me and off we go. My jockey is hosted up upon me and we walk away toeards the paddock.

My heart is pumping and I can already feel the thrill and speed in my mind.

Im exited for this.

Im ready.

I hope you enjoyed!