Dear Diary...
...Every time I race is super stressful. I have people depending on me, people waiting for me to win.
I need to make sure I work well, but sometimes I just can't. The car just doesn't drive the way I want it to.
It stresses me out, and I can't deal with it at all. Until I hear her.
Three weeks ago, we were racing with incredible car problems. The tyres had no grip, I couldn't push to overtake the lead position, and I was feeling more irritated than ever.
I talked to GP all through the race, trying to find out what exactly I should do. The radio was full of chatter all the time, and I couldn't take it anymore.
I pushed through all the turns, staying on the racing line and trying to approach the car in front of me.
Anything I did only worsened my attempts.
There were only a few laps left, and I couldn't come up with any more ideas of what to do.
"All right, Max, let's focus and push now for these last few laps, all right? Flat out."
I got mad. Really mad. There was nothing else I could possibly do. How the hell was I supposed to push flat out and pass the driver ahead of me?
"How am I supposed to do that?! The fucking car isn't doing anything I want it to!" I shouted back into the radio.
The radio went silent after my answer, and it made me even more angry.
I was about to scream at the team again when I heard it.
"Max."
Immediately, my mind went quiet. The driving felt smooth, the turns easier.
I could concentrate on the driving, making all the right choices to approach the car ahead.
But there was more.
"Honey, I know you're overwhelmed and stressed out right now, but I want you to know I believe in you."
Her voice was so calming, and I couldn't have wished for more.
"I love you more than anything, and I know you can finish this race with the best strength."
She talked so sweetly, and it actually worked. I drove faster, more efficiently, and got closer and closer to the car ahead.
In the two laps before the race ended, I was almost in DRS range of the car in front.
It was a super close end, I couldn't overtake it. But I was happier than ever with the result.
When I passed the finish line, all I could do was cheer.
"Oh, thank goodness! Y/n I love you so much! I don't know if you can hear me, but I love you!"
She told me later on that she was cheering and crying at the same time, watching me cross the finish line.
It was one of the best days of the season.
All because of her.
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Day 13! Hope you're all doing well :)
love you all,
x
Brooke
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