"Your Totem Animal won’t be in there to help you. You’ll be on your own. The Pain Cave is for cowards."
These are the words that greeted me when I went to do my Mobility Workout of the Day last night. You can understand my confusion, I'm sure, but the point Kstar is making is a good one and I think I'll be taking it to heart. "The Pain Cave" is a euphemism for that moment of stubborn enthusiasm some athletes get where, in their determination not to look or feel weak, they push themselves well past the limits their body can handle and they ignore the pain signals their muscles are tapping out in panicked Morse code.
The Pain Cave is Dumb. Don't be dumb. If it hurts, then stop!!!
Now, there's different kinds of hurting (as I've come to learn) and I've begun to discern them like some kind of connoisseur. I have a feeling I'll be quite the expert before this is all over, however, everyone out there can tell the difference, if they're honest with themselves, between "Ow, this sucks because I'm pushing muscles that are not happy about it" and "Ow, this is injuring me." There's a very different kind of taste to that pain.
Seriously, THIS is your workout gear.