He galloped a mile and a half, as planned. I didn't think the track was that bad when he went. It was wet but it was in good shape. The track is not going to bother us regardless anyway.
Like I've said before, I can't get to a mile and an eighth fast enough.
He's still the horse to beat. At a mile and a sixteenth, he's still the horse to beat. If it sets up like it did the last time, we're probably all running for second again.