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Home again
Jun. 28th, 2009 12:41 amSo my brother and I arrived back home at ... around noon on Saturday. We ate dim sum with my younger brother and his girlfriend, then unpacked a few things and ... pretty much crashed for the rest of the afternoon.
My older brother and I went to grab dinner and ice cream in the evening, and we started unpacking the rest of the crap from the car. My right knee gave out while I was getting ready to bring in a second load of gear/clothes/whatnot, and I collapsed right out there in the parking lot, dropping everything -- including my cellphone, which was still going because I was talking to my mom at the time.
Longest three minutes ever, lying there on the pavement with my brother testing my knee. I somehow managed to jam a rolled-up sleeping bag under my head so I could lie there hissing in pain. Then my brother helped me to my feet and helped me put weight on my knee again. It was kinda surreal, and I'm embarrassed/amazed at myself that one of the first things I said to my brother after "My knee hurts" and "I don't even know" was "Thank you for being here."
And then I started laughing and such as I limped into the apartment with bags, because I had thankfully not snapped something in my knee.
I guess my knee giving out like that could be a delayed reaction to our hiking on Thursday. My family has a genetic predisposition to weak legs/knees because of my mom's side, and my brother had been limping on the way down the mountains.
It's kinda funny. I had been telling my brother on the way down the mountains that, unlike him, my "bum leg" problem manifests itself in my knees, and give me no warning that my knees are about to give out other than a little bit of shaking. My knees don't even complain with the steep inclines and declines.
Ironically, my knee gives out two days after the hike. I guess I could've been unlucky and collapsed on the way down Vernal Falls. That would have been ... depressing.
My older brother and I went to grab dinner and ice cream in the evening, and we started unpacking the rest of the crap from the car. My right knee gave out while I was getting ready to bring in a second load of gear/clothes/whatnot, and I collapsed right out there in the parking lot, dropping everything -- including my cellphone, which was still going because I was talking to my mom at the time.
Longest three minutes ever, lying there on the pavement with my brother testing my knee. I somehow managed to jam a rolled-up sleeping bag under my head so I could lie there hissing in pain. Then my brother helped me to my feet and helped me put weight on my knee again. It was kinda surreal, and I'm embarrassed/amazed at myself that one of the first things I said to my brother after "My knee hurts" and "I don't even know" was "Thank you for being here."
And then I started laughing and such as I limped into the apartment with bags, because I had thankfully not snapped something in my knee.
I guess my knee giving out like that could be a delayed reaction to our hiking on Thursday. My family has a genetic predisposition to weak legs/knees because of my mom's side, and my brother had been limping on the way down the mountains.
It's kinda funny. I had been telling my brother on the way down the mountains that, unlike him, my "bum leg" problem manifests itself in my knees, and give me no warning that my knees are about to give out other than a little bit of shaking. My knees don't even complain with the steep inclines and declines.
Ironically, my knee gives out two days after the hike. I guess I could've been unlucky and collapsed on the way down Vernal Falls. That would have been ... depressing.
