I wasn't watching the Roubaux last night, I was sleeping. I woke up at about 2am, with a very painful left elbow. Painful enough to wake me up and I sleep through anything! Huh? I don't remember hitting it on anything or doing anything odd or unusual. The kayaking wasn't hard and doesn't involve much elbow bending anyway. It felt like a nasty bruise on the outside of my elbow (the bit you can't see). It was hot and very tender to touch, and no matter how I moved it would not stop hurting. Hrm. Got up, checked the 'net for a local doctor who was open on a public holiday. While I was at it I checked cyclingnews for the result, no luck again for Big George Hincapie, but Tom Boonen ... wow. Three wins for Tom. This morning I trundled off to see the local quack (open on a public holiday, good-o). He takes one look at it and says 'Bursitis'. Huh? What's that? He gave me a script for some anti inflams and an antibiotic (the heat, probably an infection). It's ok to use it, he says, but not if it's painful, and it should be ok in a week.
Not a bad time to get an injury I guess, next weekend I'm going to take photos at the Baw Baw and this is mainly a strength phase of training and I think I'll be able to squat and deadlift without too much trouble. It's more annoying than anything. On the way back from the quack Lucie and I stopped in at the local stupormarket and grabbed the ingredients for tomorrow night's first spin of the winter. The clubrooms are probably still jam packed with junk that we'll need to move out to make room for everyone. At least with a dodgey elbow I can get everyone else to move things! Small victories .... Ha!