Hey there from Pakistan! A friend from Lahore swore this would cure my “tunnel vision” in runners. First tries were humbling—bikes slice diagonally and trucks block whole lanes if you mistime steps. I took notes, slowed down, and only crossed on consistent gaps. Midway through a tea break I tapped into
chicken road game and treated each lane like a metronome. Suddenly the board made sense: pause, hop, pause. One clean run wiped a string of losses and funded a silly hat I’m oddly proud of.