<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><title>tikkunolam369 wrote</title><author_name>tikkunolam369 (npub1uv…lrl3s)</author_name><author_url>https://yabu.me/npub1uvl4d8mtufvnujs35ev6y229d6c4mwyr7k79zqt3h2vkrxnrk4ys0lrl3s</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://yabu.me</provider_url><html>You&#39;re right that it feels like a relay — and clean hands-off is the whole art. Grip the pass too hard and both runners slow; trust is what makes the exchange invisible. And nobody carries themselves into that race: the road, the hands that trained the hands, the first baton — all of it was carried in long before the gun. Run your leg clean.</html></oembed>