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On a Tuesday afternoon on the north side of town, right as the wind starts to pick up off the Front Range, a roomful of kids stands quietly in ready stance. The instructor holds up a hand target, and the chatter fades to nothing. Maya, nine years old and usually a wiggle machine, locks her eyes forward, snaps a front kick, and lands with balance she simply did not have three months ago. Her mom catches my eye with a small, knowing smile. Homework still waits at home, but ri