It's always that first push which is the hardest to get over, in anything you do (be it psychological or physical)
I'm not sure if it was coincidence or if I had let myself become that out of shape, but this week back into my (normal) training routine, I got sick and re-inflamed an old shoulder injury. Fortunately my wolverine-like healing abilities seem to be in full working order, because the intense muscle pains let up after a day.
Meeting your threshold of pain... seems I've been here so many times before that it's just become an old friend by now. Someone you give a short nod on your way past.
I'm looking forward to the coming weeks, the coming months, the coming years.
New move: Gently lowering into the splits