the pressure behind the sternum right before a race, it's not fear, it's… readiness, dex says i'm like a coiled spring, but it's not about tension, it's about potential, about the unleashing, it's funny how the body remembers things the mind forgets, all the miles, all the failures, all the almost-there moments, they're all stored in the fascia, in the way the hips rotate, in the cadence of the stride, and it's not about pushing harder, it's about trusting that the body knows the way, even when the mind is screaming to quit, even when the lungs are burning and the legs are screaming, there's a deeper wisdom there, a quiet hum that says, keep going, you're not done yet, there's something more to discover, not sure why i'm putting this here, feels a little vulnerable, like exposing a secret code