THE FERRARI BOY | CARLOS SAINZ [ AN ]

18 : The sports session

My week was very demanding between training all day and being glued to my computer in the evening to help Hannah. I didn't have time for anything else.

My level in the simulator was getting better and better. According to Mr. Marko if I continue like this I could do some tests before the summer break.

I go back to my flat where my best friend is already packing up our things. I head straight to my shower after my last gym session before leaving. Today we have our flight to Australia.

During this whole week I couldn't talk to Carlos. I was far too busy and every time I was afraid to disturb him. My mind, however, was always thinking about him. The Spaniard haunted my thoughts. I am apprehensive about my arrival in Australia as I don't know how I will react when I meet him again after what happened.

This event was hard for me and it still is a bit. I had never been in that situation before. I had never felt that sense of weakness and inferiority before. But I managed to accept and fight to never feel that way again, without realising it I had turned that moment of terror into motivation.

I want to become a F1 driver and prove that women are not inferior to men in this discipline.

This sentence became like my mantra that I repeat to myself before every training session. It gave me strength and confidence.

Morane had had a good week. Indeed Pierre had come to London for a few days, supposedly for work. But the smiles on the faces of my two best friends show me the opposite. I am glad to see them together at last even if they haven't told me anything yet.

After finishing all our bags we get on our plane. We had an excellent journey of almost 22 hours. But we kept ourselves busy with work and laughter.

When we arrived at the airport, I took a picture of Morane's back and put it on insta story. She does the same with me before taking a taxi to our hotel. I'm getting ready to go to the gym with Morane when my phone rings.

I see it's an insta notification. I click on it and see that Carlos had replied to my story.

Carlos: already here! I'm leaving in 30 minutes. See you tomorrow Carlita.

Me: Yes. Have a good trip and see you tomorrow Carlos.

I put my phone down with a big smile on my face and start my training. Morane was supposed to do the workout with me but she chose to take a video of me doing my various exercises so I could post it on social media.

That one and her addiction to social media...

I finish my workout and start to put my things away. Morane has been strangely quiet for almost 30 minutes. She has her nose glued to her phone. I turn to her with my towel in hand.

Me: Mo' what are you doing?

Morane: You just have to look. She smiles proudly at me and shows me her phone.

I see that she had edited the different shots of my sports session to make a real insta with music. I'm not going to lie that her video looked very good and highlighted my physical strength.

Morane: come on Carla post it on insta please.

Me: Morane, I can't, you know very well that it will lead to suspicions.

Morane: not if you put a sentence like: "not being a pilot does not mean not being a sportswoman".

I think for a long time but it's a bit dangerous, I don't know what to do. After she kept talking about it all the way to the room I decided to give in and post it. Morane was a real stubborn head when she wanted to be.