Ouch!

Ouch!   This fantastic word sums up my level of pain and discomfort beautifully.  I have been tortured by the doc at the local A&E clinic and then spent an hour being thrashed by my sports physio, Warsha.  I have been told to expect quite major bruising (my teres are screaming already) and that I'm not allowed to swim for at least a week.  Running can recommence once my hip and lower back stop aching, and I can stationary bike when the spasms subside.

So, the running tally of what Mr 510 owes me by the end of this week will be:

A&E bill - free (lucky we have a good subsidised A&E down the road)

New Helmet - $75

Physio appointments $45 (plus next week $30 and maybe the week after as well $30)

Bike service - $70 (plus fixing anything that's broken which I suspect will involve a new chain = $$$+++)

Four minutes of my life and added onto my race time because of his stupidity - priceless

That guy is, as my father so eloquently put it, a dumb bum.   

Can't type much right now so using a speech to text converter programme for this entry (and spell check).  Thank heck I'm a geek and can find such wonderful tools.  Of course, I shouldn't have to.  I should be walking around with a bit of post-race stupidity instead of more injuries than you can shake a plaster cast at - but that's life when some dumb bum takes you out in a race.  What did he think I was, his bloody direct competition or something?  What a tool.

Time for food, catch you all later.