For years, I’ve locked horns with Jax, my sharp-witted, cocky long-time track rival. Every neck-and-neck lap, heated podium fight, and snarky post-race jab felt like a zero-sum battle for the top spot. A surprise joint national team training assignment forces us to set aside our solo rivalry to chase a shared championship, pushing each other to shave critical seconds off lap times as old competitive friction blurs into something far more charged.