In horse-racing, that is. I’ve delayed posting much since our horses weren’t doing so well. My husband switched trainers after a dispute over race selection, including one for our two-year-old filly who was about to run for the first time. A healthy, untested horse in a twenty-five thousand claiming race? No way. That is practically giving a horse away, once you factor in all the expenses, and the potential she may have. The new trainer, Reade Baker, entered her this past Friday in a much more prestigious Maiden Special Weight, with a purse of sixty thousand.
My husband wanted to name her Secretariat’s Honor, since Triple Crown winner Secretariat appears in her ancestry a few times. Depending on how she ran, this was either an apt name, or the height of hubris.
At Woodbine, two-year-olds only run against other two year olds. In this instant, ours was going against horses under other top trainers such as Mark Casse and Josie Carroll. One horse we were up against had sold for $250K as a yearling. On the plus side, Louis Contreras, one of the top jockeys, would be riding her. Then my husband contacted the breeder for the horse, and it turned out to be the first one she’d ever foaled. When she heard the filly was going to be racing for the first time, she flew up to Toronto from Kentucky. The pressure was on!
Anyway, the race went perfectly. She was first out of the gate, slipped into second place for only an instant, and then took the lead right to the end. Couldn’t have asked for better. Being superstitious, I chickened out of placing any bets on the race, but I’m just happy to finally have a win. A very exciting day.