The hardest part of the relay, Imani had decided, was not the running. It was the handoff.
She had practiced it a hundred times. Stand in the exchange zone. Start moving at the right moment. Extend your arm back without looking. Feel the baton, grip, go. Thirty meters of coordinated motion between two people — and if one of them flinched or hesitated, the baton would clatter to the track and twenty seconds of running would be gone.
Her partner in the handoff was a girl named Priya who had the fastest hundred meters on the team. Imani's job was the second leg — she received the baton from Priya and passed it to the anchor. She was not the fastest runner. She was the most reliable.
Coach called it "the quiet position." "Every relay has one," she said. "It's the leg nobody talks about. It's also the one that keeps everything together."
At the regional meet, Priya came off the first curve at full speed. Imani felt the baton in her hand before she saw it — the weight, the texture, the certainty of it — and she ran.
At the exchange with the anchor, the handoff was clean. The anchor ran the last leg and they finished second.
After, Priya found Imani.
"That was a perfect handoff," Priya said.
Imani looked at her. "Both of them," she said.
Priya blinked, then smiled. "Both of them."
They had done it together. That was the whole thing.