My life is hurtling ahead of me, just out of reach, and I’m running to catch up. If I can’t catch it, I’m going to start throwing rotten fruit at it in frustration. And probably eat lots of highly sugared carbohydrates that contain a lot of fat. (translation: cake)
We had another flag-snapping wind day, with a very brisk cold edge. Trainers working horses were dealing with explosion after explosion. I turned Hudson loose to run it out before we worked.
You know, we really are a lot alike. Hudson,
running eating like the wind:
I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna GO, I wanna…