Go Jim, Go!
Well, here’s hoping.
Hoping he gets entered, the race goes, he runs and runs well.
Runaway Jim, owned by Seabrook Stables, is a maiden three-year-old grey gelding looking for his first win in a Maiden Special Weight race for New York breds.
10% of his ownership is my girlfriend, Stacy.
Closing sharply in a six furlong turf event at Belmont on May 29, Runaway Jim (or “Marshmallow” as is his his non-threatening nor Sport of Kings-esque like nickname received in his barn) ran fourth in his debut. A sixteenth of a mile past the finish line he had passed the winner by three lengths.
Promise he showed. Excitement he left us with.
Named by Stacy’s brother Ken for the song written by the group Phish, Runaway Jim’s second start didn’t fair as well. He didn’t take to the turf after all, changing leads every chance he got to get better footing and ran sixth, but only four lengths from the winner.
He tries his next effort on the dirt, the surface in which he has steadily worked and worked well.
Yesterday my Stacy forwarded me an email from her Dad, the Principal of Seabrook Stable, telling his partners that his trainer is aiming him toward a race at The Spa on July 25.
I have never owned a horse. It has always been my dream to, then race him or her at Saratoga and get my photo in the winner’s circle. So, Runaway Jim running, and hopefully winning, at the most beautiful sporting venue in North America isn’t my dream.
It is, however, the dream of a group of wonderful people who deserve it to come true.