lives on some shitty farm, with no coach and no group to train with? Where she can’t get endorsements and doesn’t have the money to fly to big races? She gives up her future for this?” “You can’t know how things will play out,” she argues. “That’s over a year away.” “Mom,” I say, rising to conclude this conversation, one I’ve had with myself many times. “I know the only two things I need to know: that I can’t leave and she can’t stay.”
He’s forgotten her hangups?? She needs him to be there with her. He’s the one who stabilises her.
Reasoning is off.
