Before I go, I prepare apologies. I know it’s not a major injury. I understand that my elbow mostly works. I wouldn’t have come, wouldn’t have thought it a matter worth anyone’s time, even my time. It’s just that it’s keeping me from chin-ups and so on. Really it’s nothing.
I talk it down. It doesn’t hurt terribly. It’s barely noticeable. I’m sure it’ll just go away on its own, except it hasn’t. It’s simply that it needs to work like it did before.
- She takes background and does some prodding. I feel bad that my elbow doesn’t scream in pain. Rather, it mumbles and looks at its shoes.
- Ultrasound, then massage. We want blood flow. Fuck the scar tissue.
- Wrist flexion and extension stretches, 2 sets of 30 seconds each
- Elbow flexion/extension exercise, 2 sets of 20
- Wrist pronation and supination exercises, 20 sets of 20. Righty can’t fully supinate.
- Wrist curls and extensions, omitting the ends of the range of motion, 5 pounds, 2 sets of 20. I feel shame from using this dumbbell.
- Electronic stimulation with a cold pack, 10 minutes
The suspect in all this is medial epicondylitis caused by general mousery and armbarness, elevated to clinical levels by acute judoination. Strain of the ligament and muscle insertion of the wrist flexors.
I’d like to note that this bullshit, in some form or another, has been going on since September. Well I’ll be a frog in a slow-boiling pot no longer. This problem has got to be made dead.
weekend status: complete
Went to Maine. Brought the kettlebell to alleviate my no-deadlifting crying jags.
Our cabin was conveniently located near a hill. I was proud to have my friends join me for an invigorating* set of sprints up it.
Climbed Mount Kearsarge. 2400 foot change in elevation. Sick view of the lakes up there. Toe shoes are great for going up hills. Yup. Up the hill is great.
Kettlebell work ended up being two morning workouts consisting of 3x20 goblet squats, 3x5 presses each side, 5 overhead squats each side, some pistols, and 3x20 two-handed swings. It’s not a barbell, but for the trunk space, it was a steal.
A little lake swimming, plenty of vitamin D, and a mega-dose of camaraderie rounded out quite the healthful weekend. I’m exhausted.