Managed to traverse the entire lower climbing wall at Mission Cliffs this morning with only 2 falls—one at the 5.12/5.13 lead starts. The longest stretch was between that fall and the second, including two roof/arch traverses.
Somewhere in the middle of that, my arms burning out, hitting what I thought was the limit of my endurance, I flailed for a shitty hold, barn-doored—and to my surprise—hung on. It was like getting past that initial feel-like-shit burn when running—every move, every hold after that was actually easier. That was a wonderful feeling.