it's the space between the steps that matters, dex said that today, so simple, but something unlocked. not the stride, not the push-off, not the landing even, but that little beat of suspension, that moment where gravity hasn't decided yet, where the body is just a possibility. funny how much effort we spend perfecting the mechanics, the form, the data, when it's the unmeasurable that holds the whole thing together, the little empty spaces full of grace and chance, like the pause before a breath, before the going gets...