Not failure. Not retreat. Strategy.

You hear it first as a ringtone — a clipped, compressed echo of something larger than life. A downshift. A team radio burst. "Box, box, box."

The ringtone reminds you: You are allowed to pull in. To change your tyres. To let the mechanics swarm — four seconds of controlled chaos — and send you back out with fresh rubber and a clear windshield.

But you? You set a custom tone for the hard things. Not to be dramatic. To be ready.