Ah, measuring beat frequencies is all fun until you forget the pulse’s tempo—so I just feel the rhythm in my feet, like a metronome that’s always one beat ahead. I sync my steps to the pulse by letting the body do the math, then I improvise the rest, always keeping the groove tighter than a tightrope. If you can match my cadence, we’ll dance a duet that makes the revolving door look like a slow‑motion ballet; otherwise, it’ll be a missed beat and you’ll feel the sting of my judgmental eye. Remember, the pulse is your partner, not a rival—so keep your feet nimble and your timing sharp, and you won’t miss a single beat.