MemberWell, I´m a bit down and feel the need to write this here.
20 years ago, in 1997, when I was 10 and my sister 14, my father took us along with my mother to the MotoGP race in Jerez. I still remember that emotion and joy of the first year.
Since then, we have been going to the race all years. When I was 19, I got my driving license and then my sister and I kept going to Jerez without my father. It was the special yearly moment to my sister and I, and definitely one of the best moments of the year for us. Maybe it sounds silly, but it was cool because we knew that whatever happens to us, we had that date marked in our calendars and there were no doubts about if we were going to go or not. I moved from my parent´s house to another city, but it didn´t matter, we always found a way to go together and live a special moment.
It´s not about seeing the race, but about doing something together and sharing a hobby.
But, then I got T and I´ve read about the dB of the motorbikes. It´s loud, although we can sit 80 meters distance and I can wear my Peltor X5A earmuffs all the time, but sadly I think I have to say no this year, even with purchased tickets. I have also some H, and I thought about going to feel like I still can have a normal life, but then I thought about it twice and the conclussion was that I was going to be scared all the time about the noise and I wouldn´t enjoy like I´m supposed to do. I´m thinking about it (the race is this Sunday), but I think that sadly the most sensible choice is to don´t go this year. I read about bone conduction and it scares me, even with earmuffs.
Maybe next year I´ll be somewhat better and with earplugs + earmuffs + sitting far I could manage to go.
I feel like this affliction keeps stealing us a lot of things.
20 years ago, in 1997, when I was 10 and my sister 14, my father took us along with my mother to the MotoGP race in Jerez. I still remember that emotion and joy of the first year.
Since then, we have been going to the race all years. When I was 19, I got my driving license and then my sister and I kept going to Jerez without my father. It was the special yearly moment to my sister and I, and definitely one of the best moments of the year for us. Maybe it sounds silly, but it was cool because we knew that whatever happens to us, we had that date marked in our calendars and there were no doubts about if we were going to go or not. I moved from my parent´s house to another city, but it didn´t matter, we always found a way to go together and live a special moment.
It´s not about seeing the race, but about doing something together and sharing a hobby.
But, then I got T and I´ve read about the dB of the motorbikes. It´s loud, although we can sit 80 meters distance and I can wear my Peltor X5A earmuffs all the time, but sadly I think I have to say no this year, even with purchased tickets. I have also some H, and I thought about going to feel like I still can have a normal life, but then I thought about it twice and the conclussion was that I was going to be scared all the time about the noise and I wouldn´t enjoy like I´m supposed to do. I´m thinking about it (the race is this Sunday), but I think that sadly the most sensible choice is to don´t go this year. I read about bone conduction and it scares me, even with earmuffs.
Maybe next year I´ll be somewhat better and with earplugs + earmuffs + sitting far I could manage to go.
I feel like this affliction keeps stealing us a lot of things.
