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Waking up early in the morning was not Blythe's forte. She was used to waking up at noon or one the latest, but eight o'clock was just pushing it! She yawned and stretched her muscular arms out in front of her, locking her fingers together. She climbed out of her comfy bed and walked lazily into her bathroom. She curled her wavy hair and brushed out the curls, making her hair a wavy curl of dirty blonde. She applied onyx eyeliner, mascara, and a glittery golden eyeshadow before swiping some lip gloss on her nude lips and rushing out of the bathroom to get changed. She finished changing into light wash skinny jeans, a gray tank top, black riding boots up to her calves, and a slim motorcycle jacket and grabbed her keys, purse, riding helmet, and water bottle before heading out the door of her large apartment. She sauntered out into her garage and unlocked the driver's side door to her crimson Bugatti Veyron, a gift from both Synyster Gates and Dreaming of Dahlia's trainers on her 18th birthday. She climbed in, placed her stuff on the passenger's seat, and put the keys in the ignition, turning the car on. The car's engine roared to life and she backed out of the garage, the door opening as she backed out.

Going about sixty on the main road that led to the racetrack, Blythe was eager to get to her two horses. She wanted to exercise Synyster and Dahlia, but she could only exercise one first before switching to the other. Dahlia had the Golden Rod Stakes coming up while Synyster had the Arkansas Derby to train for. Blythe decided to exercise Synyster first since he wouldn't be as much trouble on the track. The laid back gelding was probably one of the smallest racehorses she had ever seen, but he was normally considered to be at a disadvantage by some because of his shorter strides and the tendency to be bumped into during a race thus the reason to get his speed up enough to win the Arkansas Derby. Blythe turned into the gravel driveway of the racetrack and parked in an empty parking spot with enough room for her crimson car. She turned off the car and grabbed her stuff off the passenger's seat before opening the door of her car and scurrying into the stables of the racetrack, locking her car behind her.

Entering the stables, Blythe shivered from the cold gust of wind that hit her as she walked through the door, blowing her hair around her face. She hung her purse up in her locker next to the office before placing her helmet on her head and buckling it, the helmet fitting over her loose curls easily. She took her long racing whip off the hook and snapped it against her thigh as she walked through the stable, passing all sorts of racehorses from studs to broodmares to champions to losers to triple crown winners. They were mostly eating, except for two horses who had already had their morning hay. Blythe smiled at the horses before scratching the bay's velour muzzle. She patted his neck before opening up the gate clearly labeled Synyster Gates. He was already saddled up before by the stable hands when Blythe had called up earlier to inform them that she was coming in for an early morning work out. She mounted from the ground, swinging her legs up and over the 15.1 hands gelding as he walked out into the hallway. Up in the saddle, Blythe stretched her legs out before trotting Synyster onto the racetrack.

In a blur of onyx, bay, and blonde, Blythe and Synyster took a lap around the dirt track, stirring up clouds of dust and dirt as they went along. Synyster Gates stretched out his legs, gathering up his strides as he accelerated around the turn. He tossed his head in the air as he galloped easily along the rail, Blythe giving him all the rein he needed. She slowed the bay gelding down for a little while, giving him enough rein to cool down as he walked. Synyster's ears were flattened against his head as he tensed up while walking. Blythe patted his bay neck soothingly, clucking and cooing to Syn as he caught his breath. Syn relaxed a little, but he was still rather tense about being on the track. Thunder boomed overhead and Syn tensed up again, his ears flattened against his head. Blythe tried to calm him down a little, but he just slid to a gentle stop, watching the sky with slightly fearful eyes.

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Horsebackriding for Dummies
101 ways to ride the horse
Giddyup! Horsebackriding: The complete guide.

Oh sigh! I shut the cover to one of the books I was reading. How to ride horses. I wouldn't get answers by just reading. It was three in the morning, the sun had not yet found its place in the sky. The barn smelled of horses, of course. I sat in a single stall, legs crossed on a bale of hay. A light bay stallion standing in the stall with me. Munching on his hay. Well, I got the proper feeding down. Give me credit for that. I also knew how to groom my stolen steed.

Oh yes, Sore Angel. My horse, I stole hime, but it was for his own good. Sommer's old owner was a cruel man! I saw him abuse this poor animal. Whipped the poor guy. He still had the scars and was scared of everything. I looked up at him. He was very gentle though. And he trusted me! Dark eyes found me and I smiled at the stallion. "Hey boy!" I whispered, reaching over to stroke his fine coat. The thin hairs smooth over my bare hands.

The kind stud nickered and lipped at the skin of my hand. I chuckled and leaned against him. "Today. I'm gonna ride you." I said, the r's rolling of my tongue in my accent. I'm from New York. What do you expect? I also slept in the barn. Which had no newspapers, or TV. So I didn't know the forecast for the day. I grabbed a halter and clipped it on. The right way for once. Wrapping the lead rope. I led him out of his stall. The stallion grew excited as I took him to the cross ties to tack him. Placing my book open. I read through it. How to tack.

Ok, I could do this. Saddle pad. Check. Saddle. Check. What the hell was I supposed to do with this girth? Oh yeah. Tighten it up. Ok. Bridle. This one would be tricky. I came up beside my horse and pulled the reins over his head. Tickling his muzzle. Wanting him to open his mouth. And he did. Not without lifting his head as high as it could go. Sadly, I'm tall and could reach.The bit slid into his mouth, The stallion snorted and munched on it angrily. I gave his shoulder a tender pat. "You're doing good." I told him softly

The stallion nickered at the sound of my voice. Yet his ears remained low. I guess I wouldn't mount him at the moment. Just walk him. Holding him by the reins, I led my stud out into the cool morning. We'd walk to the race track.

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Walking to the racetrack. The dumbest idea ever. My feet were killing me and it was nearly nine. I led my horse onto the track just as another horse came racing past. Spooking my poor stallion out of his witts. He reared then bolted away from from me! "OH NO! SOMMER!" I cried.