For a few glorious months I exercised horses at the
racetrack.
It was a perk to dating a young man whose uncle kept a
string of racers.
Picture it: Cool early morning of a summer day. The sky is lightening
to a cloudless blue overhead while the horizon glows a clear apricot.
The smell of fresh hay and grain and horses and manure as
men and women begin hauling feed and cleaning stalls. Grunted early morning
greetings as humans pass.
The metallic ring of tack as saddles and bridles are
inspected and fitted.
The snort of a horse. Stamp of hoof.
The track, groomed and dampened by a couple of passes of the
rakes and water truck, gives off its own distinctive smells of wet earth and
sawdust.
The morning of a perfect race day.
There is a whole production before, during and after the actual
running of a horse race. A coordinated and extensive ballet of people and
horses, all moving in and amongst each other. Grooming. Inspecting. Saddling.
Wrapping. And each with the same goal.
The finish line . . .
It was my duty as second horse-exerciser to also do that
most mundane of jobs, the grooming.
And I loved it.
To run the brushes over the sleek coats. To pause and bury
one’s face in the neck of one’s horse and just . . . breathe.
Paradise for the horse-lover.
Which I was.
I remember the first horse I readied for a race.
A three-year-old clear bay filly whose complex, hyphenated name
escapes me, but who I called, ‘Lemon-Go-Lightly’ after a popular hair-lightener
of the day.
Well, it made sense at the time . . .
She was slated for the two o’clock race and I had half an
hour to get her ready for it.
I spent most of that time brushing.
And talking.
Yes. Talking.
I told her how beautiful she was. And how fast she would
run. And how she’d leave all of the other old nags in her dust. I whispered
into her ears and wrapped my arms around her neck and whispered into that as
well.
Over and over, I told her how amazing she was and that she’d
be running the best race of her life in just a few minutes.
Then I handed her over to the tack team with the words, “Today,
she’s going to win!” They stared at me, then proceeded to saddle and wrap and
lead my pretty baby out to her rider.
I started grooming another horse, but listened to the
familiar sounds of a race being run.
I really wasn’t surprised when she came back - a winner by
more than three lengths.
I knew she could do it.
After all, we had discussed it.
What I didn’t expect was her owner following her to the
barn.
He stared at me for a moment. Then, “How did you know she
was going to win?”
It was my turn to stare.
He went on. “This was her fourth race and she’s never placed
above ‘show’. How did you know?”
I should mention here that race people are, quite often, a
little superstitious . . .
I blinked. “We discussed it,” I said finally.
“Discussed it?”
“Yeah. While I was grooming her. I told her that she was the
world’s fastest runner and that she was my pretty girl and that she was going
to win.”
He frowned thoughtfully. Then turned and left.
I shrugged and went on with my tasks.
But later, I noticed that all of his groomers were talking
to their horses. Whispering inanities into their ears. Praising them.
Labelling them winners.
Labelling them winners.
P.S. I hear it works on people, too.
You're giving me goosebumps! In a good way! That's pretty amazing.
ReplyDeleteAnd now I'm talking to my plants. Who knows where this will go . . .?
DeleteHorse whisperer.
ReplyDeleteHa! I should hang out my shingle!
DeleteYears and years ago in a land far far away my husband used to be a security guard at a race track like that. I hung out with the horses every single second I could. I have a love affair with horses that I've had since I was about 4! The race track is a magical place.
ReplyDeleteWe're kindred spirits, Rena! I've said it before . . . :)
DeleteWhat a great story! Positive affirmations work wonders, don't they? I have always loved horses - they are the most amazing animals. Even now when we go to the fair, I love to hang out in the horse barn and take in the sights and smells.
ReplyDeleteIf you like the smells, you are one of us. Welcome to the group! :)
DeleteIt most certainly does work on people too. I used a similar technique when training new checkout operators and earlier newcomers to the shoe factory.
ReplyDeleteBelieve the best and your receive the best. I'd like to have worked for you! :)
DeleteI would have liked that, too - that encouragement means the world when you're starting new work.
DeleteWhat a positive impact you had on the future treatment of a lot of horses! Love the photo!
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