Luck
Yesterday I had an electrician restore power to the barn. Later, at noon I had an office appointment. Ask the guy what he did for a living--electrician. What are the odds? FYI first time I had an electrician in the office or house.
Mind boggling coincidences happen, and though the odds may be astronomical, in chaos theory there's so much at play that we do get a steady stream of unexpected events. One every two weeks would be close to right on course for yours truly.
In horse racing we'd of course prefer our coincidences as good instead of bad, and yet, when you throw up that rider, you never know. Could our horse be carrying an OCD lesion or other weakened genetic or congenital body part? Is this the day when we clip heels or suffer the fracture producing torsional force of a bad step on a cuppy part of the track or any of those other horrors I've seen on track that I prefer to avoid recounting?
There is indeed bad luck that happens on the race track, and we'd be remiss to mention it before embarking on a section relating training to injuries. Amid pointing out human failings, errors, negligence and downright gross negligence in training methods, there's also a humility that plays in there as every time I see one go down I consider that there but for the grace of god go I.
Wind galloped under Nob at the Woodlands this morning before tomorrow's 6f breeze out of the gate. Some more photos:
and, my barn last night after the electrician forgot to close the doors. The horses got in and did their thing. It's been worse!
A planned easy mile this morning turned into a pre-breeze gallop gone awry. I'll have to check the legs tonight! Just as we hit the track so did 15 other horses. Wind immediately barreled through all of them, failed to change leads into the club house turn, and when Nob attempted to trot him to switch to the left lead Nob was unable to stop the horse, and then had to speed up to finally get a left lead into the final turn. More horror then as a little white horse was breezing right beside us and Wind took off and raced him to the wire. Nob with frozen hands was helpless and just went along for 2f all out with Wind hitting the wire a length ahead under 168 lbs.
This is the unruly, runaway Wind of old. Good and bad. Monday's work woke him up but this is hardly what we wanted today.
Art gets an additional 12 hours off due to mud and will recommence tonight.
Mind boggling coincidences happen, and though the odds may be astronomical, in chaos theory there's so much at play that we do get a steady stream of unexpected events. One every two weeks would be close to right on course for yours truly.
In horse racing we'd of course prefer our coincidences as good instead of bad, and yet, when you throw up that rider, you never know. Could our horse be carrying an OCD lesion or other weakened genetic or congenital body part? Is this the day when we clip heels or suffer the fracture producing torsional force of a bad step on a cuppy part of the track or any of those other horrors I've seen on track that I prefer to avoid recounting?
There is indeed bad luck that happens on the race track, and we'd be remiss to mention it before embarking on a section relating training to injuries. Amid pointing out human failings, errors, negligence and downright gross negligence in training methods, there's also a humility that plays in there as every time I see one go down I consider that there but for the grace of god go I.
Wind galloped under Nob at the Woodlands this morning before tomorrow's 6f breeze out of the gate. Some more photos:
and, my barn last night after the electrician forgot to close the doors. The horses got in and did their thing. It's been worse!
A planned easy mile this morning turned into a pre-breeze gallop gone awry. I'll have to check the legs tonight! Just as we hit the track so did 15 other horses. Wind immediately barreled through all of them, failed to change leads into the club house turn, and when Nob attempted to trot him to switch to the left lead Nob was unable to stop the horse, and then had to speed up to finally get a left lead into the final turn. More horror then as a little white horse was breezing right beside us and Wind took off and raced him to the wire. Nob with frozen hands was helpless and just went along for 2f all out with Wind hitting the wire a length ahead under 168 lbs.
This is the unruly, runaway Wind of old. Good and bad. Monday's work woke him up but this is hardly what we wanted today.
Art gets an additional 12 hours off due to mud and will recommence tonight.
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