It's been a rough couple of months with a lot of tears. The hardest thing to overcome has been to suit up even when my mind has told me not to. I would push through with the hopes that it would all start to come back to me, and that I soon would be able to enjoy riding again. I was convinced I had lost it completely. With no flow, no confidence, no speed and no fun, what's the point? I was told not to worry, not to rush it. It would all start to click eventually. I didn't believe it. How could I? I was 8 seconds off pace, and I was pushing!
Last weekend showed me that there is not far between the highs and the lows in this sport, and I finally saw some highs that I so desperately needed. I was racing CVMA with this great group of people. No expectations and no pressure. My whole goal was to have some fun with my friends, and I sure did. I got down to a 1.48 at chuckwalla, which is as fast as I've ever been around that racetrack. I claimed two 4th place finishes and one 3rd, and I'm beyond happy and proud!
I'm glad the love for racing I once felt, kept me going. I'm thankful that I'm starting to enjoy riding again like I used to, and I'm happy to see there is still some of old Caroline left in me :) I honestly wouldn't have made it through without the great people in my life.