EQ's Training Centre or TeeCee as I affectionally call 'her' is like a bi-polar, hormonal, dissatisfied lover and for some reason she seems to have marked me as her somewhat clueless and ignorant boyfriend. Though just for the record I am not male in any way, shape or form.
TeeCee and I meet on a daily basis, sometimes for a short time when I only have a few horses to train and sometimes for a little while longer when I have many pixels to work. The glorious 'highs' of her personality is maybe what keeps me coming back but then maybe it's just the fact that I don't have a choice, for we are destined to be together one way or another. The 'highs' are when she allows my 3yo filly to tw 120 before a cup or when a favourite bred 2yo jumps 15pts in tw rating. Those highs happen, sure...but as gravity proves in life, what goes up...must come down.
The depressive 'lows' and angry, bitter hatred that can accompany them are like acid in the eyeballs sometimes. Not that I would know what that's like (and hopefully never do) I need something extreme to make my point. TeeCee is a venemous she-devil that can turn on you in a matter of seconds. From tw'ing a horse 113 lower she will spit out a 99 higher than usual on a horse whom last week was giving me 110's. These moments are tough to bear, but can be remedied with turnout or even just racing the beast of a pixel in a level down for the week.
No, those times are actually quite manageable, in fact maybe even pleasant compared to what the evil TeeCee really has boiling inside her. Take a normal wednesday afternoon, I will be innocently checking what horse's need working, in particular those entered in cups before heading to my darling's humble abode (fiery pit of hell). When it's time for said cup horse to work, I swear if she had eyes across them a darkness would appear. She takes my sweet 2yo pixel who is all excited for their cup debut and works them until they come back with a measly 92 tw rating. 10pts lower than their last work of course I must add. TeeCee hands me back my now heartbroken and nervous pixel knowing she has killed any chance the little thing had in it's first cup race.
What did I do TeeCee? I cry, angry and frustrated. Silence... Why won't you answer me? More silence... What have I done wrong? I can hear a pin drop at this point... When a woman won't talk to you, you know that something is very, very wrong. For some reason I can never bring myself to leave TeeCee until all of my horses train even though I probably should. For the rest of the afternoon I get nothing but crap in the timed workout rating department. Typical. Dejected and mallow I go back to my main stable not knowing why she does this to me all the time.
Unfortunately I have to deal with TeeCee and all her horrible emotional baggage, as I really don't have a choice. Yes like many a bitchy woman there is a reason she is the way she is. Some guy out there really must of done a number on her. Arghh if only Jackie would build a new training centre, one that hadn't been rejected and battered by men of the past! Well I must pull my boots up and be a man (so to speak) as it's my duty to her. We have much time left together and our relationship must survive through the ups and downs if I want my pixels to stay fit. But as they say and I take with great understanding, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...'
