The repetitive thrill. For those few fleeting moments, the rhythm builds and the music pounds in my ear drums. It feels like I could do this all day.
Prepare, explode, exhale.
The best is when it becomes like breathing. The excitement running through every bone and muscle in my body. Pushing my physical limits and stretching my comfort zone feels good for once. I'm never quite sure what the outcome will be, but instead of being scared, the feeling is absolute. Like anything is possible and on this floor I can be myself.
The goal: to make it look easy. Like no one knows what's really going on in this head and all they see is the exterior. I can let people in, but just enough. Somewhat, there is a feeling of vulnerability, but I'm not completely exposed. For these moments, I have full control, of my body and my mind. There is a sense of equilibrium, of a balance that makes me complete, at least for a moment.
This is when it feels good.
