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Preakness Reflections, and Old Friends

27 Wednesday May 2015

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The Preakness broadcast this year included an update on Alex’s Lemonade Stand, 10 years after it intertwined with one of racing’s biggest days by having its stands set up at Pimlico. while the colt whose name was a common link to the young girl who started it all, ran on to Preakness glory after nearly falling to the dirt.  It was an improbable turn of events, and showed how dreams can be still be realized out of what seems like defeat.

Afleet Alex came from somewhat modest beginnings, and Alex’s Lemonade Stand was also begun simply.  The Preakness broadcast this year recapped how founder Alex Scott hoped to raise $1 million through her lemonade stands, a goal realized shortly before pediatric cancer claimed her life.  Today the lemonade stands have raised over $100 million, all to help fight pediatric cancer, and Afleet Alex is a stallion at Gainesway, having sent a few colts to the Triple Crown trail.  While his standout Breeders’ Cup Juvenile winner Texas Red was unable to get to the Derby, and likely wouldn’t have been a match for American Pharoah, he did have Materiality in the race.  Materiality’s impact was minimal, as well, but he did rank in Steve Haskin’s Derby Dozen.

So Afleet Alex’s name still ripples through Preakness lore even as his colts didn’t have the hoped-for impact on the Triple Crown trail, yet, but he’s shown he can get a horse that can compete at the top, even if the story right now is fittingly all American Pharoah.

And why not?  He made his Preakness victory look effortless, with his ears pricked and as he romped even with the deluge that poured down shortly before the race began and quickly turned the track to slop.

He’s clearly in another class among his fellow three-year-olds.  Time will tell if he’s in another class among Thoroughbreds, period.  He reminds me a little of the feeling I had watching Fusaichi Pegasus win his Wood Memorial, his final Derby prep.  I just had every feeling he would win the Derby after that, and though I saw potential in Carpe Diem and so many of the other very talented three-year-olds in the Derby field this year, I just couldn’t shake the feeling American Pharoah probably had the measure of all of them.  And when I heard he’d already excelled in the slop, the messy track conditions for the Preakness weren’t much of a concern, and Espinoza wisely changed tactics and kept the colt near the front.  It made all the difference, and the race was theirs, by a wide margin.  Every time I hear people talk of Pharoah’s floating action, it reminds me too of how Barbaro was said to run in a similar way, like everything was easy for him.

The Belmont, as we all know, is the tallest obstacle for its distance and demands of a third top effort against top horses in a five-week span.  But racing is built on dreams.  More Triple Crown dreams have been ended than won in the Belmont, but a horse like American Pharoah is enough to make you cautiously optimistic. Whatever happens remains to be seen, but he’s given us and his connections a good run, regardless of the outcome on June 6th.

One other Preakness recollection that came to mind the day he won was of Rachel Alexandra’s Preakness win, as the golden petals from the blanket of black-eyed susans clung to her dark coat like jewels on a mantle after the winners’ circle ceremony.  I was at  her Preakness, the only one I’ve ever attended, and that image is one of the most enduring from that day.  Like American Pharoah, she won the Preakness in a year when it fell on my birthday.

I had to work the day of the Preakness, so I postponed my birthday celebration for the next day.  After working part of the morning at a horse farm where I recently started working, I went to Old Friends to visit Silver Charm.  I saw him in March on a cold rainy day and in December not long after he arrived, but I had yet to feed him carrots and I looked forward to the chance to know his personality a little better.

I had seen him ago at Three Chimneys, when I first visited Kentucky, and he was understandably very territorial about his fence line.  That had been my only glimpse of his personality before.

Silver Charm now holds court where the fiery Creator once did.  He is wise, matured, and I felt a tug of connection as he was a total gentleman taking carrots from my hand.

Silver Charm

Silver Charm

We were told by the tour guide that he is still a stallion and not inclined to accept pats on the nose, as most stallions aren’t, since it is a sign of dominance to them.  Yet I have to admit, that just that once, I found it hard to resist not trying to pat him because I felt that tug of connection towards him, this horse I have liked since his own romp through 2/3 of the Triple Crown, his Dubai World Cup victory, and beyond to now when we stand face to face over another fence line in Kentucky.  He tolerated the nose pat, today at least, and I loved the chance to get to know his personality even more than I had that day at Three Chimneys.  It does mean more and is easier now that he is retired from stud duty and available for visits instead of stud duty.

We also saw Game on Dude, who has such a kind eye, and Porfidio wanting attention. It had been a beautiful day to spend with horses.

Sarava

Sarava

Game on Dude

Game on Dude

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Porfidio

Porfidio

 

 

Kentucky Derby 2015: Pharoah!

24 Sunday May 2015

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Nestled among all the racing books on my shelf is one called The Kentucky Derby Vault.  It is an interactive look through Derby history, from its earliest beginnings.  It takes the storied race and all who participated in it from just being words on a page, and invites you into their world.  You can take a replica of an 1889 race program published by the Louisville Jockey Club, and be informed that trains will arrive from Cincinnati in three hours. Perhaps you see the gentility in your mind’s eye, reading this program, as they make their way to the track aboard the train, before ascending to the grandstand on the day in mid-May this program was for.  Or perhaps you pick up the postcard advertising the new Louisville Jockey Club of 1903, when track vice president Matt Winn had a clubhouse built and improved the grandstand. Now you can see the gentility arriving by train having a clubhouse to inhabit.

Perhaps you jumped much further ahead to 1973, and picked up a grandstand ticket in section 126, to discover such a spot would have been $18.75. That’s right, seeing Secretariat begin his romp through the Triple Crown would have cost $18.75.  Even if inflation was accounted for, that had to be a bargain to see him in all his glory right before your eyes. Or perhaps the full page photo of Unbridled, his jockey tucked so neatly into the horse’s neck he looked like one with the horse as they ran for the wire all alone made you pause, and then relive the moment his trainer Carl Nafzger called the race for Unbridled’s 92-year-old owner.   There are so many moments in the Derby vault worth replaying, and as I made my way to Churchill Downs in a small convoy on Derby day 2015, I was adding more memories to my own personal Derby vault.

Some of those memories, to be sure, are the ones read about or seen on TV.  Any hardcore racing fan worth his or her salt will have those in the memory bank.  Those will certainly do until attending the Derby and building up the memories in person become possible.

Definitely, Secretariat is in the vault of my memories.  But that goes without saying. I didn’t have to be born yet to have the big red horse fire my imagination.  Anyone who loves racing would say the same, I’d suppose.  Yet I had what felt like a bit of a personal link to him.  My mom watched his races on TV and hearing her tell how it felt to watch him win the Belmont with such dominance was so breathtaking, so incredible, that it took a few minutes for it to even sink in that he had won the Triple Crown.  Any horse that can capture a classic race that emphatically certainly deserves that to be seen as a sublime triumph in itself.  The bigger picture, of winning the Triple Crown in the process, I can see taking a moment to register.

Then there was Unbridled.  Racing was in my blood and the first Saturday in May meant nothing else but parking in front of a TV to see the Derby unfold.  I was 11 in Unbridled’s year, and I remember his name was one I loved, and the spontaneous race call and “I love you” that Nafzger said to Unbridled’s owner stuck with me, as it did with so many.

It has now been 25 years since Unbridled won his Derby.  I visited Lexington in 2002, just missing seeing him along with all the other stallions and farms I came to see.  But I followed his progeny.  The one that captivated me as he had? Empire Maker.  I believed in this horse fervently, and being unable to get off work while the 2003 Derby was run, I waited in line to place my wager on him in the Derby, longer than was probably necessary.  He didn’t have the measure of blue collar runner Funny Cide that day, but the tables were turned in the Belmont.  Redemption. That may have made me one of the few people rooting against Funny Cide and his owners, who saw their dreams realized beyond belief, but that Unbridled fervor lingered in me.

When Empire Maker sired Pioneerof the Nile who was favored in the 2009 Derby, I was in attendance.  It was my second Derby, and my first time seeing a horse from the Unbridled line run in the classic race in person.  He just had to win!  Of course, Mine That Bird snuck through the rail and Pioneer had no chance to catch him.  It was not his day.

American Pharoah would be the next to take up the cause, son of Pioneer, grandson of Empire Maker, great-grandson of Unbridled.

There’s nowhere better to be than under the spires on the first Saturday in May. That was confirmed among other attendees when I heard someone singing lyrics from the popular song “Uptown Funk”:

“Saturday night and we in the spot” rapidly answered with the next line, “Don’t believe me just watch!”

I read through the litany of familiar jockeys’ names as they all went postward.  In a sense they feel like old friends, these who ride on the Kentucky circuit or are just nationally known, as I follow racing year in and year out.

And then the moment came for one more three-year-old to write his name into Derby history, and American Pharoah did it! He was looming large near the top of the stretch and looked like he had all the run in the world still in him and he did, for he was all alone at the wire, though Firing Line was pressing the issue.

It had been noted ahead of the race that American Pharoah was not battle-tested, but he has class and a deep well of talent too, and there was no denying that when he drew home clear like he did. I felt so much excitement seeing him surge to the front, and it was thrilling too that Espinoza brought him down nearly the whole length of the grandstand and we got to cheer the newest Derby winner right in front of us, as Espinoza tipped his cap to the cheers of the record-setting crowd growing to a crescendo.  It was another glorious moment under the twin spires.

And that is an incredible memory for my own personal Derby vault. I really think it’s the best one I’ve put in that vault since I’ve begun attending. And if you could have bottled that feeling, the same feeling Nafzger had all those years ago when Unbridled won and he was so elated, everyone would be a racing fan.

We left as a glorious sunset illuminated the grandstand and the moon was starting to rise over the track. The twin spires were bathed in a golden glow and then the cool white of moonlight, and gradually faded to dark. The crowd streamed out, the cheers faded to echoes, but Derby day 2015 remains written in memory, and will linger every time I read American Pharoah’s name above the saddling stalls in the year ahead, or in its permanent spot in the line of other Derby winners that stretch across the facility.  It was thrilling for all the elements all the good horses entered brought into it, all the intriguing story lines every Derby carries, and all the potential this field had, but in the end there could only be one wearing the roses, and this year it was such a thrill to know it really was the best horse who won, and to have that moment to share Espinoza’s joy, post-race.

 

Top hat fashion on Derby day
The 2015 Kentucky Derby trophy

D. Wayne Lukas enters the paddock ahead of the Derby horses
Bob Baffert and his son Bode

More “interesting” Derby fashion
The Twin Spires shortly before the Derby begins

American Pharoah in the center, with the short tail
American Pharoah wins!
Victor Espinoza tips his cap to the roar of the record Derby crowd, cheering for him and American Pharoah

After the race, this pony caught my eye
Moon rise over Churchill at Derby day’s end

I wasn’t allowed to take my DSLR camera, so these images are not of the usual quality, but I wanted to share them because they still show my experience that day.

A Day in the Life at Stonestreet

24 Sunday May 2015

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Breezes blew across the pasture, brisk and strong. The green field was a smooth track and I ran and hopped along, full of baby exuberance.  Besides, there were people! A pretty big group of people! Of course they must have come to admire me and see what I could do.  These legs were hard to master at first, but look how much fun you can have with the things they let you do.

When I saw the people come closer, I had to come closer too, to say hi.  They met about me about halfway across the pasture and ran their fingers along my back.  A few steps behind was the solid reassuring presence of my mother or my dam, as I’ve heard her called.  I don’t really know what words mean mostly.  I just hear them said, some of them enough that they have a bit of a familiar rhythm.  What I do know is she is always there and so is her milk.  That’s enough to keep a baby content, plus all this time outside to play… and oh yeah, did I mention the other thing… people! They’re so great.

I hear more words float by on the breeze, from the one who I see a lot, the lovely lady with black hair.  She is telling them to the strangers standing by, all so eager to pat me and get to know me.  Even though I don’t understand the words, the cadence is soft and soothing.  These people are happy.

“imprint training….

lots of foal handling from the beginning…”

It sounds like a good thing, and if I knew what they meant, I’d know they were saying that they work with all of us babies from day one to get them used to people and used to being handled.  Whatever they’ve done it works.  But somewhere inside me, in my very nature, is another reason for me being so sweet and people-oriented.

And that’s her, grazing a few feet away while I soak up all the attention.  She’s mellow and sweet, and I seem to have picked that up too. I’m only a little more than a month old, but it doesn’t take long for temperament to show.

More words, lots of talking, they sure do use their voices a lot.  I use my body to tell them how I feel…. oh that spot …. yes keep scratching! I stretch out my neck and lean into the scratching fingers as the conversation flows on.

“What made you interested in Maggy Hawk?”  – oh, I know those words! They call my dam those words too, or sometimes just Maggy.

“I’ve liked Afleet Alex for so long I just wanted to see his dam, and that’s neat to hear she is as friendly and sweet as she is.  That’s one thing that always stood out to me about him, how sweet and people-oriented he is.”

People… that word almost seems like one I’ve heard enough to sound familiar.  People-oriented, hmm…. don’t know what that means, I think as I stand as close to the visitors as I can.  They are not strangers to me even if we just met.  I’m pretty young, but I don’t think I’ve ever met a stranger.  Every time they move a little further away, especially the one who keeps putting something that looks like a long shiny eye in front of her face, I move closer.  They can’t be ready to leave yet. I’m still here, and I sure would like some more back scratching.  I try to reach my back myself a few times with my teeth but my neck just isn’t quite long enough yet to really hit the right spot.

More talking, of course… I sure have learned that is what people do.

“fuzzy little ears…”

“so cute”

“it’s amazing how fuzzy she is”

The lady with black hair, the one I see a lot, is talking about how laid-back Maggy is and just keeps an eye on things in a real calm way and just then she raises her head and gives a low rumble of a nicker from deep in her throat.  Time to go! Only one thing could drag me away from people.  She speaks and that always means something to me, not just in tone like with people.  I go to her side in a big hurry and decide while I’m there I may as well nurse.
The people laugh, started by the black-haired lady… “She would have to prove me wrong” and everyone else watches as I nurse.  I nurse on the side closest to them for a few minutes before ambling off.  There’s still so much to do.  I wander the fence line, from one person to another, like a little Stonestreet ambassador.  Or maybe Storkstreet is more fitting at this time of year! I’ve heard that said too.

“little baby kisses!” one of the people says as I reach my nose up to her mouth, curiously, and just let the contact linger for a moment.  “I love that!”

The person next to her sees that and reaches her mouth towards me for her own nuzzling moment. I don’t know why her face is so short and her nose doesn’t make contact with mine, but I guess she can’t help it.  I still reach out to get acquainted by scent.  So important, that scent acquaintance.  I learned that the day I was born.

Closer to the gate, I reach down to nibble some grass. It’s not milk but it’s still good.  Enjoying that, I try the dandelion stems, no longer flowering or carrying seeds.   Not good! Spit that out.

The lady I’ve seen a lot here seems to be herding the other people away.  Sometimes I get taken to certain places by people, sometimes by my dam. I understand that, the way their movement is being controlled.

A few more words reach my ears. They’re still happy words.  It’s a good day for me, for them, for Maggy, and across Stonestreet.  There is peace here, and quiet.  It is the perfect nursery and place to grow up.  When we go in, it’s to large, luxurious stalls.  Our pastures are large too, with so much room to run and play, and filled with sweet green grass.

“She thinks this is her best day ever, all these people, all this attention…”

I see all the people still watching me.  There’s a lot of affection in the eyes on me, in the hands that reach out for a few more touches.

“Okay, 90% her best day.  All that was missing was food!”

There was more laughter.

In stillness I stand by the gate, all baby charm and tiny fuzzy cuteness, and watch them go.  They only turn away at the last possible moment and then they’re gone.  I go back to Maggy. I  have a life to live here under the bright blue skies and in the perfect nursery at Stonestreet Farms. I feel like a lucky filly, with a perfect life, and hopefully one day we find my dam and sire have passed on talent and a fire to win.  That seems so far away though. For now I’ll just keep being a little Storkstreet ambassador who loves to see people come and visit.  I have a feeling these people that met me today won’t forget me.

“I wish I could just take her home…”

Nope, they won’t forget me!

[A note about this piece:  So I wanted to try something a little different this time.  I normally do a narrative of my experiences at horse farms or race tracks, and try to maintain at least a semi-professional or completely professional tone.  Sometimes feelings about the horses I cover, an affection for them, does color my writing.  Some may not see that as professional, but as far as I’m concerned, this blog is not strictly for news.  I do hope to someday be a racing journalist and that will necessitate covering racing for news.  But I think there has to be heart in covering this sport too; first of all, because these horses put their hearts into racing, when they have the will to win and the desire.  They do this even if they are not the most talented horse in the race, sometimes.  And second, so many people from all walks of life and levels of participation in this sport, whether they are grooms, owners, trainers, or fans, find a personal connection with the horse.  To me, even on days when it’s just about news and photos, and setting a scene for what happened during a race day, there’s still usually a chance for connection with the horse, even if it’s just a fleeting moment of having a horse linger and look you in the eye with their deep gaze on the way back to the barn. Even if you don’t know their name, you will think of that moment later. It’s just a way a horse, a Thoroughbred, can have of touching the soul.  And then too, most of us have that one horse – at least – that has a place in our hearts.  So if that blurs the boundary of professionalism… well, for once I was drawn to write this type of story since the filly we met just had such a memorable little personality already…]

I am not sure at the moment what has become of the photos I took that day, but I can try to paint the images through words, and add the photos later if I come across them again.  Maggy Hawk was sleek and beautiful, a testament to the care received at Stonestreet.  She’s an amazing-looking mare.

It really is a serene farm, and this was the most I had seen of it yet.  Previous visits had “only” involved seeing Rachel Alexandra, absolutely in the top five of my list of favorite racehorses. But seeing the rest of the farm was great too, from the beautiful soothing pond with its swans to the pastoral scene of the large pasture that Maggy Hawk and her Smart Strike filly occupied, with its line of light green leafy trees around the fence perimeter.

On the late April day of this visit, Rachel was in a field with retired barren mares.

It was interesting to hear how self-sustaining Stonestreet is.  Each Stonestreet farm has its own workshops, and they make everything on site from their own wreaths for holidays to foal tags and fences.  All the ingredients are in place for a perfect home for horses, driven by the passion and enthusiasm Jess Jackson had for the sport, and carried on well by Barbara Banke.  This attention to detail and enthusiasm is evident across the whole farm and in any winner’s circle where Stonestreet horses are.

It was clear too, so close to the Derby on the day we visited, how much excitement Carpe Diem had generated.  Owned in partnership with Winstar, the silks he wears alternate between that farm’s and Stonestreet’s. On Derby day he would wear Stonestreet silks, and the expectation was high that he would carry them to victory.  It’s one more probable success story from this world-class farm.

April Mornings at Winstar and Keeneland

24 Sunday May 2015

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Note:  With wrapping up a semester and preparing for graduation, this post is a bit late, but still is one I wanted to share.  It was written before the Derby.

I attended my first Thoroughbred Owners’ and Breeders’ Association [TOBA] seminar, one specifically covering ownership, on April 18th and 19th. I had joined TOBA recently as well. I knew of the organization just from years of reading the Blood Horse, one of many resources TOBA has a hand in producing. But until Carrie Vaught, the marketing director for TOBA, was invited to speak to the Horse Racing club at the University of Kentucky, I never knew you didn’t have to be an owner or breeder to join, or what the benefits of joining are. It helped that there is a student membership fee, and that they try to put their seminars within financial reach of students too. Once I looked at the benefits and learning and networking opportunities they provide, it made perfect sense to join. I have spent a lot of my time at the University of Kentucky pursuing job leads, contacts, and anything I can to fit in more horse knowledge in general or racing industry knowledge, specifically. A lot of this has been practical hands-on work at several different farms, while other pursuits have been more about learning from people speaking of their work and knowledge they have gained in the course of that work.

A lot of the opportunities to learn from industry professionals, outside of class, came about because of my membership in the racing club at school. Professionals speak at our meetings, and usually once a month there are trips to farms to learn from them in their working environment.

My absolute favorite trip we took, for its educational aspect, was when we were invited to Ken McPeek’s Magdalena Farm, early in the days of my enrollment at UK. He took a lot of time to show us around his farm, tell us about his training methods in general, show us horses at the farm that were there either to have a bit of R&R or rehab, or to be prepared for the track if they were young and unraced. It even coincidentally came up that he had a fluency in Portuguese, while we were in the farm office and noticed the sales catalogs in Portuguese on the shelves. It was a fascinating glimpse into his training methods, and before that visit, I didn’t even know he had his own farm. That seems like a great step for a trainer, if they can take it, to have their own place to rehab their horses and give them space to be turned out and have a little breather from the track now and then.

Tying this in to TOBA and their seminar that I just attended, what drew me in was similar opportunities to get a look at another farm’s operation and training regimen for their horses, and really glean a lot of insight into what goes into getting horses ready for the track. I don’t know if I’ll ever own a racehorse; yet I do have to admit that there is a part of me that wants to someday at some point. If I don’t, I will still feel professional and personal fulfillment just by being part of the racing industry with my career. But the part of me that has seen from several people in this industry that you never know where being involved in racing may ultimately lead knows that I can’t say it’s impossible that I will own a horse. For now, that’s one of those goals that is more in the “wish” column and not nearly as pressing as what I’m trying to achieve now, meaning that it really isn’t on my radar that often. So if I do ever own a horse, it will have been valuable to me to attend this seminar. And even if I never own a racehorse, I am just so interested in soaking up everything I can learn from everyone that there is an opportunity to learn from, and made me feel that I needed to attend this seminar.

In a week that had seen rain almost every day, when the seminar began on a Friday that had also called for rain, the day couldn’t have been more perfect. It was April 18th, and we set out for Winstar Farm under bright blue skies and perfect temperatures.   The sunny skies and unexpectedly picture-perfect day made it feel like an auspicious day to be around horses for several hours. I later realized another reason the date felt so significant. It would have been the incredible Cigar’s 25th birthday, and was the first anniversary of his birth since he died a little over six months ago.

I had always reflected on him on that date and what he meant to me, still the best and most accomplished Thoroughbred I watched race, but it seemed in the flurry of getting ready for the seminar it had momentarily slipped my mind. I no longer felt sad he was gone, as sad as I had when he left. The saddest thing about his loss was just how sudden it was, how there’d been little time to prepare for it. Apparently he had been monitored for health concerns for some time, but I hadn’t realized how serious it had been until he was gone. But he had a full life, exemplary care, and the loving admiration of many visitors to the Horse Park, year in and year out.

He was a king of that domain. It was clear to anyone who saw him in his pasture that he knew it, and it showed when he was presented during his turn in the ring in Hall of Champion shows. The click of a camera shutter and the days of acclaim on the track definitely showed they lingered in his mind when he was presented to the audiences at the Park. So the sadness did not come from feeling his life had ended prematurely – even though it’s hard to imagine you can ever be ready to see a horse you followed for nearly two decades be gone – or that it had not been a good one.

Paul Simon has a song with the lyric, “the course of a lifetime runs over and over again.” I used to interpret this as meaning some things we may experience multiple times, such as the beginning of a new romantic relationship, or grief, or even the way I find myself at every Keeneland meet, spring to fall and back again.

The day this seminar started I came to see it another way. It was still about things occasionally coming full circle, but was also more about being led back to our true selves. I’m sure everyone can stray from who they really are and what they really love from time to time, whether it’s because of work obligations or any number of things. A day like today, having several hours to spend among nature and farmland as far as the eye can see, with the only noise being the breathing of horses and quiet commentary now and then about which horses we were seeing, and information about their training and how it prepares them for the track, did feel like one that brought me back to how much I love being at the farms. It is through these times of coming back to our true selves that we can even sometimes get new perspective. We really can almost be multiple people in a lifetime, not in the sense of having split personalities, but just due to growth and change, to being altered by experiences. Sometimes it can feel like we’ve lived many lives in one lifetime. Who I felt I was the day Cigar died is not who I feel I am now, on the 25th anniversary of his birth.

I’d say some of the other people who attended the seminar may have visited Lexington before, since it is such an epicenter of Thoroughbred racing and breeding and most of them were owners or potential owners. But several of them exclaimed over the landscape we passed on the way to Winstar, and once we arrived on how pastoral it is and how holistic some of the treatments their horses receive are. Seeing Lexington and the horse farms through their eyes reminded me of how I felt it was paradise when first visited, just like seeing racing through my nephew’s eyes at his first visit to the track gave me a new lens to see it. It was the kind of day to fully remind you why you love racing; not that I forgot that or why I love the horse side of this community but sometimes fresh glimpses are great. Spending the day with like-minded racing enthusiasts in a haven for us and the horses alike was just what I needed.

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As far as the educational aspect of the visit, we first visited their outdoor swimming pool developed outdoors that looks a lot like a pond, though it is set up with its own filtration system and stocked with carp to keep it clean. It is useful for developing yearlings for the sales, and for providing rehab to racehorses. We then watched workouts on Winstar’s own training track, a synthetic surface that allows them to train year-round, and also have more flexibility for when their horses can train than they would if they were training at a track. Subsequently, they do employ a farm trainer and exercise riders. That alone makes them unique among horse farms in this area. The track also has a separate component that leads off from the polytrack surface, and it provides an uphill, European-style turf course.

We had been joined by farm owner Elliott Walden when we were being told about the pool, and he walked down to the training track with us. This is an exciting time for Winstar. It’s not surprising, considering the depth of their stallion roster and all the work they put training homebreds and purchased horses that they have two serious and legitimate Kentucky Derby contenders with farm ties this year. Naturally, though that would still be incredible for any farm. Primarily West Coast-based American Pharoah is by their stallion Pioneer Ofthe Nile, and they own Carpe Diem in partnership with Stonestreet Farms. Carpe Diem has already made a large mark on the current Keeneland meet, winning the Blue Grass Stakes on opening weekend, and being accorded near rock-star status the morning we visited the farm. Keeneland harrowed the track and closed it to all horses but Carpe Diem that morning for him to train at 10:15, when he zipped through four furlongs in 48 seconds flat, a work watched by trainer Todd Pletcher, Elliott Walden, and quite a few spectators who applauded his entrance to the track to work. I would have liked to go over and see his work, but my friend saw him and got photos.

So back to the training at Winstar that morning: we saw quite a few promising two-year-olds, as pointed out by the farm trainer. Our guide at the farm, assistant trainer Sean Tugel, explained a lot about what results they plan to get and what they are looking for with the training, especially for the two-year-olds. He had a wealth of knowledge and the farm trainer elaborated upon horse names and pedigrees of the horses we were seeing, in between giving instructions to the riders and watching the works. Tugel told us the Keeneland gate crew comes over once a week for the horses to have gate training and that affords them time to get the horses well-versed in gate “manners” and etiquette. He said that all of their horses are well-mannered in the gate, and they work with them to stand quietly and take a cue for when to begin a work as well, instead of just taking off as soon as they get to the track.

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Winstar serenity

Winstar serenity

Of course, these are two-year-olds, and while Winstar definitely provides a less hectic setting than a typical track in morning training, there can still be rambunctious antics

Of course, these are two-year-olds, and while Winstar definitely provides a less hectic setting than a typical track in morning training, there can still be rambunctious antics

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This is the Tapit colt Creator, who was one of several pointed out to us as being especially promising of the two-year-olds we saw that morning.  He did settle down and work well, but first he had a little bit of settling to do.

This is the Tapit colt Creator, who was one of several pointed out to us as being especially promising of the two-year-olds we saw that morning. He did settle down and work well, but first he had a little bit of settling to do.

In between sets of horses training, we went into one of two training/rehab barns and watched the flow of equine traffic while Tugel and Reed Ringler of Fasig Tipton, our seminar moderator, explained more about what you look for in a young horse at a sale, what you want to see in a horse coming off a breeze, a work, or just a routine gallop – they are offered water at each cooling-out lap of the barn but the less water they take, the more fit they are.

The barn, as I knew from several equine classes I had taken, was ideal for horses. It was very well-ventilated, with a unique roof structure set well above the stalls instead of snugly on top of them, and the stalls were all composed of a metal grid structure, both of these being features that allowed a lot of air flow. I could tell the air flow, even without the large fans going that were in the barn, was excellent. There wasn’t any discernible dust or hay particles and the air just felt incredibly fresh and refreshing.   For athletes who need good lung capacity, that type of design can’t be underestimated.

We also got to see Daredevil and Khozan, related to stellar racemare Royal Delta, while in the barn. Then it was back to the track for the next sets to train, including horses that were described as their most promising two-year-olds. Who knows, they may be the Daredevil and Khozan, or the American Pharoah and the Carpe Diem, of their Winstar crop. A lot can change for a young horse from the farm to the track, and even those with lots of promise don’t always get the hang of racing right away. I’ve heard it said many times, the lightbulb has to come on and for those that get it, when that light switch does flick on, they can be a horse to be reckoned with. Hearing their praise for these horses, though, and seeing for myself their raw potential, I will definitely keep an eye on them in the future, especially the Tapit colt Creator.

Leaving Winstar and returning to the hotel where the first day of the seminar talks conducted by industry professionals were held, one of the most enlightening things to me was all the free services and wealth of information about racehorses that can be gleaned from Equineline. The option to build a horse portfolio most intrigued me.

I then attempted to get to Keeneland for the first race prior to going to work. Samantha Nicole, Rachel Alexandra’s full sister, was entered. I hadn’t seen her since she sold as a yearling at Keeneland a few years ago, and I was struck then by how similar to Rachel she looked. Her race career had been brief to date, and this would be only her fourth start.

Turned out, there just wasn’t enough time to get from the seminar to the track at the time I left, but I was pleased to hear she won, breaking her maiden that day. Whether she will go on to bigger things now remains to be seen but for this day it was a bright spot that she won at a great track. I went home pleased with the seminar experience, the news of Samantha Nicole’s win, and that there was a check from Coady Photography waiting in the mail. It was so much more generous than the pay I normally receive, from my “unskilled” labor jobs. One day I’ll find my permanent place in the racing world, and I am eager to step into a position at Coady when one arises. So far I’ve only done the Keeneland meets for them, but with graduation so close at hand and a greater flexibility to leave Lexington and to have time freed up from homework and studying, it is a possibility.

The seminar continued on a Sunday morning. It rained practically non-stop throughout the morning, a stark contrast to the brilliant sunny day spent at Winstar. Of course, given how rainy it had been this month that weather did seem more the norm.

We began the day with breakfast and a visit to trainer Ian Wilkes’ shedrow. For those who don’t know, he is Australian and apprenticed under Carl Nafzger, famously known for training Derby winners Unbridled and Street Sense. Wilkes told us a little about a horse he had training that morning, one who apparently was lazy in the mornings but stellar in races. That naturally led me to wonder if a horse will give any inclination he is talented at racing even if he shows little in the mornings? Wilkes said not really, that you just have to get them in a race and let them show you. He said you really do just have to get them in a race sometimes to see what kind of talent they are working with. He also said it can take five races before you really know what kind of horse you have, talent-wise, and that there can also be a learning curve, a few races needed just for the “lightbulb” to come on. I told him I’ve heard that before about the light bulb, that horses really do need it just to all come together and click in their minds sometimes, and when it does hopefully you realize you’ve got a good one on your hands. Wilkes was so gracious and really took the time to answer our questions.

Those were some of my favorite things about this seminar. It was incredibly informative, and everyone from Carrie Vaught at TOBA, to Keeneland, to all the speakers and people we visited like Wilkes and everyone at Winstar, were so gracious and welcoming. Because of the seminar, I got to have my first meal ever in the Phoenix Room, an occasion that called for dressy clothes. Stepping into this fourth-floor dining room was like stepping into another world. Don’t get me wrong, I love being at the rail and the paddock and in the midst of all the action, but it was wonderful to experience a world of privilege I rarely get to be a part of. Uniformed attendants were present at each door, from the ones in the hallway leading from the elevator, to the ones providing entrance to the Phoenix Room. It’s hard not to feel like you’re somebody when people are standing by just to open doors for you. Absolutely, Keeneland service from the grandstand to the top floor is better than most racetracks provide. But the level of service up there was on another level. And to be perfectly honest, it was a relief to be away from the hordes of frat boys and people so drunk they have trouble locating bathrooms. It was a place for gentility and civilized behavior, and it fit with the serenity I love to experience at Keeneland. It also was interesting to see the track from new perspectives. It was second only to the view on the roof outside the media box in terms of favorite vantage points at Keeneland.

As I left after watching the day’s racing, the spring blossoms were starting to fall to earth and give way to light green leaves on the trees, reflecting the ephemeral nature not only of spring but of the Keeneland meets.  They are wonderful but fleeting, and it came to me that we really were zooming to the end of the meet. It always happens so much more quickly than you’d think it would, even knowing the meets are brief.  Yet it also almost seems like so long ago Bravo was speaking in the jockey Q&A and Carpe Diem found his success and Derby path in the Blue Grass.

Speaking of Carpe Diem, I passed by to see him when I left, but he was not in the mood for visitors.  It was day’s end after all.

I left with the smoothness of bread pudding on my tongue; that is bliss too, just as being at the track and finding a space of stillness in watching the horses is.  There was happy solitude underneath the pink flowering trees, and I turned away, hoping to return for one more day of racing before the horses disperse to other tracks and the Derby hopefuls converge upon Churchill Downs.  I have a few more horses I hope to see, a few more golden hours at this track before picking up the threads of my usual work life.  It’s been a sweet interlude, as always.

 

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