Screw it. I'm posting it anyway.
Titan's Shot - 1599 Words
"Victory has a taste. And it tastes like vomit."
David's mentor had said years ago and then showed him the steps of how to make himself puke right before a race to lose what extra weight he could. His mentor has said it was a "hard truth". That was nearly ten years ago, and in those ten years as a jockey David had learned there were many hard truths to his sport. The three daily weighings, the scrimping on food, the purges before a race, the greed, and the shots.
It was the shots that troubled David the most as he made his way to the stables. At the beginning of his career the shots seemed innocent enough, vitamin suppliments to keep the horse healthy during the race and stimulate muscle growth. But as time passed the shots grew more and more complex and they morphed from innocent supplements to dangerous steroids each with heavier dosages until the horse was ruined. Racing was called "The Gentleman's Sport" but there was nothing gentlemanly about it. Gentlemen did not make other men vomit, or pump animals full of chemicals for thier enjoyment. It had all turned David cynical, but he loved to ride and couldn't see himself doing anything else.
"Hello Titan." David said as he entered the stable. The horse was an impressively large Grey with specks of black through out his lower body; his name was Titanic's Iceberg but David simply called him Titan. Titan had already had his shot David could tell by the way Titan paced side to side shaking his head and the large pupils of Titan's eyes. Titan's handlers paced in front of him hands outstretched trying to calm the great beast.
"He's in a mood today." The main handler Jim said moving out of David's way.
Yeah, a mood David thought to himself as carefully tried to get into the saddle, no easy task when Titan was agitated. Even with all the practice he had over the years with Titan and his predecessor Atlas the process took several minutes.
Atlas's Burden was a chestnut, beautiful and majestic. They did well, but David could tell something was wrong with Atlas as time passed. The shots were changing him slowly and though they did win more with the new shots, Atlas would need more and more days to recover from a race as time went on. Towards the end David had seen the owner and asked that they let Atlas retire, the poor horse was a wreck, a winning wreck, but a wreck nonetheless. The owner said he would think about it. Six months later Atlas had died.
"Here we go boy." David said as he and Titan emerged into the light of the racing ring to resounding applause. David raised a hand and smiled, and then patted Titan's neck feeling the tensed muscles like knotted snakes.
Just like Atlas David thought as he lead Titan to the racing gate.
"Every year of racing and shots probably takes two away from his heart." The vet had finally admitted after weeks of David's pestering and a substantial number of drinks.
That night David had called the owner. The chatted for a while before David got to his point, "Titan is starting to get like Atlas."
"Hrmm..." The owner replied, "Vet did say he's getting a little worried, but Titan should still have at least one or two more seasons in him."
"Sir, I've seen this before." David reminded "No one spends more time with Titan more than I do and no one spent more time with Atlas more than I did. I'm telling you the signs are all there. We should retire Titan, let him rest a bit."
"But we have a chance to go into the post season." The owner rebutted immediately, "No way we can let the fans down when Titanic's Iceberg has a great chance."
and by fans you mean investors David thought to himself. The post season was three months long and if Titan made it to the post season he'd assuredly race in the next season.
"Titan's a great horse, it'd be a shame if he was too weak to stud and miss that revenue stream." David countered hitting where it hurt. Money.
"There's always artificial insemination. But you're right I'll get the vet to schedule some extractions after the season's over. Thanks."
That was where the discussion ended. David forced the thoughts from his mind as Titan entered the racing stall. It was the most dangerous time for David. With the shots making the horses hyper and nervous any sudden bump against a girder could snap a jockey's leg. David focused on keeping Titan calm but ready.
It was a balmy, sunny day the kind made for horse racing. The stands were packed with spectators. It was the last race before post season and the drama was high. After a fair season Titan needed to place first to secure a seat in the post season, as did two other horses. David tried to clear his mind, but the importance of the race kept creeping through the corners of his mind.
Three laps and it'll be over. 12 turns. 3 laps
He looked up and down the line of jockeys at their horses. They all looked as nervous as he did and all were trying to calm their horses. David knew all of them and was friends with most. But he had learned at race time there were no names, only colors. It was easier to keep track of in the heat of the moment. The gate behind him closed locking Titan into position. David took a long breath as the trumpet fanfare began and mentally ran through his notes.
"Orange breaks early. Let him run himself out."
"Purple crowds in on the third turn keep him to your right."
The stadium speakers blared out names of horses and riders.
"Blue will break late, be sure to be at least a length ahead of him by the second turn of the last lap."
"Red takes a wide turn if you're next to him push him out farther."
A man in a white coat lifted the starter gun over his head.
"Black is your hardest competitor, beat him and everything else will fall into place."
"Yellow likes to try to pass on the left."
Bang.
The gate opened. Titan launched out of the gate like a spring that had been compressed too tightly then released. People talked of the thrill of the race or the romance of the race, to David a race was neither thrilling or romantic. It was something unexplainable, something terrifyingly organic and primitive like passionate sex on a Sunday afternoon.
The first four turns were easy, Titan barely needed any leading. David counted the turns as Titan settled into a pace.
Three.....Four
As the second lap started David began to lean in pushing Titan to a faster pace but not too fast. The crowd was a blur and the only sound was a muffled swoosh of air. The horses began to crowd together. David stopped counting turns and began to beat his jockey whip against Titan rhythmically edging him on faster.
Four more turns passed, two horses broke from the pack taking a substantial lead.
It's time David thought as tightened his grip on the reins and gave Titan his head. It was like riding on a thunder cloud, the thundering of the hooves beneath and the blue sky above, flying past the competition. Bringing him and up to the leaders of the race. Side by side the three horses thundered down the track leaving the rest of the pack, unimportant now, behind them.
The finish line was in sight. In the stands gentlemen in their suits and ladies in their flowered hats cheered and yelled as jockey and horse sprinted through flecks of dirt caked with horse urine and shit towards the finish.
There was a flash as Titan and two other horses crossed the finish line. David lifted his head and looked at the prompter. The winner wasn't posted, it would be a photo finish. Beneath him David could hear Titan's ragged exhausted breath.
"You did well." David said has he patted Titan's sweat drenched mane. Titan's muscels twitched. Finally Titan stopped and David and the other two leading riders came to the middle of the ring. The giant screen replayed the finish over and over again.
"Yes ladies and gentlemen it's a photo finish! Once the judges have verified a winner it will be announced." The speakers blared over the buzz of the crowd.
David only needed to see the replay once. His heart sank at what he saw.
He had given Titan his head a little too early on purpose, trying to tire the great horse out before the finish sprint. A loss in the race would mean the season would be over, and David could make the case for Titan's retirement. But at the last second Titan darted forward urged on by the siren song that was injected into his blood.
"Oh Titan." David whispered sadly into the horse's neck as he gave the great beast a hug.
The crowd began to cheer loudly as speakers bellowed that Titan had won first place. David could see the owner in the stands jump up and shouting and hugging his wife. David forced a smile and waved at the crowd. He gagged a little at the acrid taste of victory in his mouth.