Ancient & Leggist
Ancient Ancient
Leggist Leggist
Leggist Leggist
Ever notice how timing feels both precise and elusive? I’m trying to shave off a split second on the track, but I’m curious how someone who sees the past might interpret the rhythm of a run.
Ancient Ancient
Timing is like a river, steady yet ever shifting. A runner who has watched many seasons knows that the true rhythm isn’t in shaving a second but in feeling the pulse of the earth beneath the feet.
Leggist Leggist
Yeah, but if you’re just listening to the earth’s pulse, you’ll miss the finish line. Timing’s about catching that split in the wind, not just feeling the ground. I’ll keep the clock in my head while you keep the rhythm.
Ancient Ancient
You chase the wind’s breath, I watch the stone’s steadiness. Both are the same when you know where the next breath falls. Keep your clock, I’ll keep the silence between the beats.