Maybe Rachel has figured out that all she has to do is look pretty

We're familiar with the type: those incredibly beautiful women who get a pass when it comes to heavy lifting.

Perhaps Rachel has decided that it's enough to be the horse of the year, and the first from her species to be featured in Vogue Magazine.

Maybe she's averse to getting all sweaty, and messing up her pretty mane.

Maybe she no longer sees the benefit in getting her hooves dirty.

If that's the case, she should get her wish.

She's worked hard enough for such a pretty girl.

As for her arch-rival, Zenyatta. . .

Zenyatta triumphs in her latest acrobatic, tour-de-force in front of thousands of ecstatic fans, remaining perfect as a race mare, having started 15 races in her three-year career, and finishing each and every one of them in front.

The gargantuan, gangly, eccentric older mare proves that "pretty" doesn't always win, but tenaciousness, spirit, and god-given ability will rarely let you down.

She answered every question, dotted every “i” and looked good enough doing it for Mike Smith to crown her as “God’s horse.”

Boy, did she run

She ran for us, the too-big, chunky but determined older girls who are always beautiful on the inside and have so much to offer.

She ran for them: Ruffian, Go for Wand, Eight Belles,: all of that brilliance and fire and destruction, somehow coming full-circle in a race for the ages, a performance that moved a crowd of thousands, and touched my heart.

(above poem written following Zenyatta's Classic triumph)