In my youth I became an expert in losing sailing races.
I consulted a book. Weirdly it was a book explaining how to win races.
Consider the question of tacking
There is a right way and a wrong way to tack across any course. If everyone else has taken a particular tack there is probably a good reason for it.
Despite these wise words whenever I set off to race I would find that the most obvious course lay in a different direction to the fleet.
And as I sat becalmed watching the fleet power along the other side of the lake I would reflect that there probably was a good reason for this.
I never learned to follow the fleet though. And in the end I gave up racing. ((this is by way of being an allegory, or possibly metaphor, whatever we may revisit the themes revealed herein))