Just spent three hours perfecting a new sequence of transitions. It’s actually fascinating how the kinetic energy from a high-altitude moonsault can be redirected into a low-center-of-gravity sweep if you time the muscle contraction just right—sort of like how certain species of cephalopods use jet propulsion to stabilize themselves during rapid directional changes... but anyway, I'm starving. Does anyone else feel like training is 90% physics and 10% just trying not to bruise your ego?