That didn't sound good.
After a short meeting at the office yesterday I stood up and my knee buckled, popped, and squished loud enough for others to hear. It was aenough to draw some comments, as well as a groan from me.
I don't think it's the end, maybe just the bursitis. Overall it actually feels pretty good and 10 days of physical therapy are starting to make a difference. I hope.
So I rollerskied along the Parks Highway (averaging ~5:30/mile), and felt great until the last stretch when I hit a rock, fell, and whacked my elbow.
Isn't that how all this began last October?