It's the first time we tasted defeat. Back-to-back losses. We showed up. Did our best. Gained data, memories and experience. We still have two more weeks to go.
It's a sad realization when my homies in the video game world are saying out loud, "You spend more time with us than you do your own boyfriend." I just told my therapist the same shit. Then we all got into how our therapists all know about our racing team. 😅😂
*Sings* I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me at the border, I got visas in my name. If you come around here, I make 'em all day. I get one done in a second if you wait. I fly like paper, get high like planes.
Racers tend to respect evidence. I show up. I ran close. I adjusted the gearing. I ran closer. I'll make sure the nose of my car is tapping your ass. At some point—the (silent) argument is over.
Moments when it gets too quiet, I start thinking about my fur baby. It's going to be two years very soon that I had to put her to sleep. Then, I start to cry. I haven't brought myself to take down her pictures from the dresser. It's all still too much.
There's a lot happening at the same time like three races happening at the same time. I gets deep. 1. The race against the track. 2. The race against the drivers around me. 3. And the race between teams.
In a nutshell:
the speed alien,
the beginner,
the drifters,
the quiet observers,
the creative ones,
the chaotic ones,
the guy learning manual,
the girl posting
aesthetic clips at 2 AM.
We're a hub.