Grounded

Well, the Magician did his thing - dug his fingers and elbow into various tender parts of my anatomy, and invoked maximum pain. Faaaark some of it hurt. He even tried to get to my hip and tailbone from the inside, going in through my stomach. Sheesh.

The verdict: a strain of the gluteus medius, probably caused by a stumble or something while I was running last Monday night (not that I remembered anything). It's gone into a spasm, and taken out a few of it's mates with it. But at least it's only a muscle strain, and nothing more serious.

I asked about piriformis syndrome as he was poking around, and he said, "yeah, just coming to that", and he dug his fingers in. "*That's* the piriformis" he says, as I jump about 2" off the table.

The cure: COMPLETE REST for a week, minimum. Can I cycle? No. Can I walk? How fast do you walk - No. Ugh. One grumpy wannabe runner comin' up.