Bracing my shoulder for the load, I strain to pull the kayak from the concrete floor. It comes down on the already tensed muscle with a thud, the cockpit combing forcing its way deeper into my shoulder, slowly teasing out the soreness that is the beginning of my journey. Doubt, slowly creeping its way up the moss covered rocks of the shore and retreating back into the sea, finds a place to rest in my mind as I grip the paddle.