Welcome Everyone, to my <drum roll> first post!
If you’re looking for the Karen Lieb who runs marathons, I’m not her. Although I suppose it’s good that at least one Karen Lieb is doing such a great job of enduring miles and miles of sheer torture to accomplish a goal.
I’m not that energetic. When I run, it’s usually in circles, and it only stops when I get too dizzy to continue . . . which, by my hubby’s own declaration, happens often.
Poor hubby. Don is a wonderful father, always ready to play with our kids, to make sure that they eat healthy, and that they get plenty of exercise. The latter nearly killed him today.
“Dad,” our eight year old daughter says during their morning bike ride, “Look at me! I can ride my bike with just one hand!”
“Beautiful, Sweetie!” replies proud daddy. “Let me show you how to ride without any hands.”
Seven hours, two doctors, and an x-ray later, Don is sitting at the computer, looking like a mummy. His left side took the brunt of the pavement, so he has bandages wrapped all the way up and down one arm and his left thigh. Don’s right arm is supported by a sling, to better support his broken wrist, which is in a cast up to his elbow.
Don will have to take it easy for 6-8 weeks, and will have to shower with his right hand in the air. The kids, however, learned a valuable lesson today about bicycle safety.
