No, no, THIS one is the worst

Oh, good lord, did I say last week's hike was the worst hike ever? Well, no, I meant that as foreshadowing. FOREshadowing. FORESHADOWING, as this week's hike was worse. Surprisingly worse.

Kris's goal was, again, to run up to Hunter's Point and back down to the parking lot three times, for a total of four and a half miles. There's one particular part that's a difficult climb, as it has an increasing grade just after a longer, also steep, hill. He loves to complain about that spot. I just like to climb up it without dragging the dogs.

Because I can't hold both dogs in one hand, and I sure as hell can't carry Bella down the hill again, I decided to take only Annie. Wow, that's a great idea, right? Take only one dog, how bad could it be? Charge up the hill with one dog, dash down with the dog, be done quickly.

Four minutes into the hike, going UP the hill, my knee locked up. Four minutes. Not more than 200 yards from the beginning of my hike, and I was unable to move. The dog, on the other hand, was just fine, and kept yanking me around, crying, let's go, let's go, let's go. I couldn't move up the hill, I couldn't move down the hill. I couldn't unlock my knee, couldn't bend it, couldn't put any weight on my left leg. Stuck, in pain and frustrated, I decided that THIS was the worst hike ever.

Eventually, I managed to massage my leg and adjust the brace so that I could bend my knee again. I limped up to the top of the hill, and eventually back down the hill. Kris managed his three times up and three times down lickety-split.