Before I headed to Belgium, I dropped by my grandparents to pick them up. Spa was one of the closest circuits to the Netherlands, so for my first season in Formula 1, my entire family wanted to accompany me in the garage. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough room for both my grandparents on both my mum's and dad's side, so I went for the people that had supported me the entire time.
Martha and Harry, mum's side of the family, promised to watch the race from my pit box. My other grandparents watched from one of the grandstands, still one with a good view, but I needed to prioritise. I heard some rumours that my uncle was going to show up as well and if something really rare happened, my favourite aunt would join him, but only for the Sunday.
I still had a couple of days to prepare for the weekend, of course with the free practices on Friday, however today we focused more on exercising. I completely neglected my workout schedule this summer and Logan guaranteed to make me pay for that. Which started quite early in the morning when Logan knocked on my door, forcing me to go on a run around six in the morning.
I seriously thought I was about to pass out, considering I didn't eat much more than a granola bar and I just woke up. However, Logan kept running and I kept up with his inhumane tempo, he didn't seem to stop either.
My feelings towards Logan always had been perfectly clear, I fucking hated this dude. I really, really hated him. Okay, maybe not when we were just talking, I tolerated him, but he was one of the few people that didn't listen to me. Therefore I despised working out with him, even though it was his job to train me. Besides working out, he also was strict when it came to my diet. I switched over to a plant-based diet a couple of months ago (thanks to Lewis) and ever since he hasn't stopped bothering me with iron pills and other types of disgusting shakes to keep the balance. On some occasions, I still ate fish, because I couldn't resist sushi. Which also bugged him, because in his eyes I was impossible to work with. Luckily, I was unable to work with him too.
"You're doing awful, D," Logan exclaimed, running a few metres ahead of me. If I had the energy to strangle him, I definitely had done it before. "If this is how you're gonna race, you're scoring no points!"
"Screw you," I panted, "I haven't eaten you prick, you didn't even give me the time to do so. Oh my gods, I hope you step on a Lego." Logan stopped and let out a deep sigh, probably of disappointment. He gestured at a bench somewhere in the distance, not saying one word.
"It's what you deserve after doing nothing all summer," he said, smirking. I pointed my middle finger at him and he just winked, that stupid whore. We didn't communicate unless it had to do with my health, then we were alright with one another. "Your mind is in a different place, what happened to the Daisy of last year? Where is the fucking motivation? You still don't have a seat, so you cannot sit back and observe."
"I like observing," I sighed. I bend a bit forward, gripping onto my thighs. I took a few deep breaths and then adjusted my ponytail. "In fact, I love observing. I like doing things that I'm good at."
"You're clearly not good at this." Logan shrugged as he said it. "I'll create a new workout plan for you, no worries. However, you still need to complete your exercises for today. Now come on, to the bench and you can catch your breath."
And so we did, we jogged toward the bench. In the meantime, I was thinking about some compromises I could make with Logan. His workouts were impossible- well they weren't, but I hated them so much. I knew he was the only person for who I had some kind of admiration for and that's why he got away with this. No one else could motivate me as much as he did, so I didn't fire him.
"You know I don't mean it when I wish tuberculosis upon you, right?" I asked as I sat down on the bench, finally being able to chug some water. "When I'm in pain, I say things I don't mean."
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