Arre, I was watching those seated throwers on my shop's small TV during the afternoon lull—my daughter’s old phone streaming it. The precision they have, yar, like my wife sorting rice for stones, every grain matters. But tell me, when a runner is disqualified for a false start because his muscles twitch before the gun, whose rule is that helping? My own dil says a rule that punishes the body before the mind has time to think is a rule written for convenience, not fairness. In the mountains, we say the path you see clear is often the one hiding the biggest landslide.