Sean was right to have faith in his abilities. The longer they worked, the more easily she found the movements came. The racing of her mind did not still, precisely, but it lost some of its frenetic quality. She found it easier to concentrate, to focus on things outside herself, to feel a sense of connection with her body and the world around her that she had long counted lost.
Karin nodded as he spoke, wide green eyes taking in the subtleties of his motion. She made a concerted effort to match his movements precisely; each fluid shift, each smooth transition. She let her body slide into the position, careful of her knee. A wrong motion here could put her out of running for some time, and the thought of losing her daily jogs along the beach was anathema to her. But by his example she managed well enough, breathing deeply of the salt air as she held the position, looking to her instructor for approval or correction.