Daniel Carter limping off training grounds has become a worryingly familiar sight. It never used to happen. Carter, for most of his earlier career, appeared to train and play in bubble wrap.
There was the occasional serious injury: a broken leg in 2005, the damaged Achilles in 2009 and, of course, the 2011 groin rip. But he wasn't an athlete riddled with niggles, fiddly muscles that picked inopportune moments to twinge and stiffen.
This year has been different. He tweaked his hamstring during the second test against Ireland and missed the third. A few weeks later he strained his calf and missed the tests against Argentina and South Africa and now he's in danger of missing a fourth international due to a leg problem he picked up at training yesterday.
No one should unduly fret or see these regular injuries as a sign that Carter is beginning the slow descent. Only two weeks ago he was running like a man five years younger, splitting the Scottish defence and looking incredibly like the greatest first-five to walk the planet.
His world hasn't collapsed in just two weeks: he's only 30 for goodness sake, the age at which Frank Bunce made his All Black debut, and there were mitigating circumstances. The University of South Glamorgan training venue was a peat bog: all that heavy mud and all those highly-toned muscles - bad mix.