Finding the Flow

My arms were already raised in a fighting guard when warmth surged straight into my joints. I loosened my tense grip, rolled my shoulders back, and let out a steady breath. My black boots felt firmly planted on the smooth red surface beneath me. Wanting to feel my balance, I extended my right arm downward, letting my gloved knuckles graze the taut red mat. The surface held solid and firm. Everything moved smooth, effortless, right on cue. I stood easy, balanced and ready.