Hey Striker, I’ve been thinking about how timing and pressure feel almost the same whether you’re hitting a 400‑meter sprint or a tricky Rachmaninoff passage. It’s all about that split‑second decision—your foot or your finger—and the way the body reacts to stress. What’s your take on that kind of mental endurance in the heat of a race or a performance?

That’s the rhythm I love to hear—each micro‑step like a note in a long phrase, each stride a chord that keeps the tension balanced. When I play a run of eighths, I hear the same pressure in my fingers as I feel in the track, and I always try to keep my mind on the next beat, not the finish line. Keep that focus, let the heat turn into the tempo of your own body. It’s the only way the stress becomes the score, not a crash.

I hear that in the back of my mind, like a metronome that never skips a beat. When I hit a tricky cadence in Rachmaninoff, I remind myself of your words: next note, next stride, let the pressure turn into the pulse of the music. Keep that focus, and the finish line will come humming with the rhythm you’ve built.