Before we were married, Tim and I used to go to races. We started with an annual trip to Mid Ohio in Lexington, OH because it was close. Then one summer we went to Road Atlanta and a temporary street course in Washington DC.
I flounced around in my short shorts feeling like hot stuff.
At one race I got to be a flag girl for a BMW in one of the support races. It was the matte black BMW with neon writing on it, pretty much the saddest looking car in the race, but I was chosen out of the crowd to hold a flag. This was the peak of my race fan career.
Then in 2005 I had a baby.
I'm not the hot stuff anymore.
I spent the day walking about twelve feet behind the hot stuff carrying her bags. If someone looked my way it was only to convey that I have the most gorgeous child they'd ever seen.
Although my appearance at yesterday's race didn't earn me any votes for "girl race teams would most like to see jump on a trampoline," it was infinitely more enjoyable than the old days. I can't remember spending a race day smiling and laughing, without a moment of boredom, ever.
It's a good life even if it is just being Julia's mom.