The added mass to the rear delts as your shoulders adapt to striking and that density that comes with a clenched fist.
Little things that take thousands of repetitions to build and are only built with the passion to do something thousands of times.
The tightening of the core from the twist, the clairvoyant sink that you follow as gravity assist the takedown.
The callous toes that crack from barefoot days sparring and those bones that pop when you shake another’s hand.
The little rewards that pack the most meaning as you adapt with your training.
I love the little things.
They become immense as you add them up.