Alyara Stroll has burst into the F1 world with much more than a bang. She's driving for RedBull off her own success rather than money, and she's trying her hardest to fit in and win her first race in her second season. Enter Ollie Bearman. His debut...
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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡- 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙤
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alyara stroll
Since I don't see Lena all that often, my closest friend in F1 is Flo.
And Max.
But, Flo.
After the crash, Flo and I have spent hours on hours on hours together. We normally spend time together a lot, including outside of work, but since I am extremely fragile at the moment, somebody has to hold me together.
I talk about Lena too much to never give Flo any gratitude.
We were both new to RedBull this year, and by June, I've already gotten myself prohibited to drive until September- in Singapore. Are you KIDDING?
Concussion- but minor, burns on my arms, and a leg fracture. I got off pretty lucky for what people are calling 'Grosjean- but worse'.
I've been at Flo's house in Barcelona for two days now- mainly because I don't like hospitals, and she insists that flying is not a good idea until we're due to tomorrow night, because any travel before that could trigger a flashback.
A flashback.
Sleep has been a nightmare, my mind is haunted with the crash. All I can picture is my leg stuck in the wall, my arms trying desperately to pull my body out, sirens blaring, fire everywhere around me. It's what I remember. Smoke flooding my lungs, my forearms tingling (melting, really), my legs squashed between carbon fiber and metal, my ears ringing.
This is why I now have a therapist.
She's the best.
And, unfortunately for me, adores Flo so much that she doesn't hold back in mentioning to her after a session that I'm okay to do sim racing due to the fact I can take myself out of it- with the help of crutches- and it's psychologically fine.
She tested a lot of my brain. This woman is so qualified that she's also a certified neuroscientist, and I still make more than her. Put that into perspective.
Mrs Alvarez pulled out everything. She poured through my memories, tested out my maths skills, talking about my family struggles, me being the only female on the grid, the pressure of winning the Constructor's again, my closest friends, my insecurities, my language skills- absolutely everything.
We're off to Austria tomorrow night, and I've been texting Ollie every day until I get to see him again- which is when he's driving FP1 in Silverstone, and doing F2. He left to go home on Monday, mainly due to the fact he had nowhere to stay, and he wanted to go home to the UK.
