It’s hard to know where to start. So I’ll just give you the Cliff’s Notes version of the past month of our lives.
Our trip to the Dolomites and other European ski resorts was heaven on earth. If it weren’t for wanting to get back to the States for the 100K Vertical Challenge on Feb. 4, we may have stayed forever.
Less than 12 hours after we returned from Europe, in the most random and absurd injury imaginable, I slipped on some ice in my driveway and broke my left proximal ulna (left lower arm, near my elbow). The bad news: It has to be surgically repaired, and I won’t be able to ski for three months after I have the surgery on Thursday. The good news: The recovery will allegedly be quick and painless otherwise, with only about a week in a splint before I can do physical therapy.
Yesterday, Steve completed the 107 runs of the Second Annual 100K Vertical Challenge at Whitetail in a little more than 12 hours. The event, which many of you supported, raised more than $20,000 for Two Top Adaptive Sports, enabling the nonprofit to provide even more ski and snowboard lessons to wounded warriors and other disabled athletes in the D.C.-Baltimore area. I had a great time manning the support table and keeping track of the two-dozen participants’ runs.
I’m sure I’ll have lots more to say about our trip in the coming weeks, and more to say about coping with missing the rest of the ski season. But for now, I’m too sad and angry about the sudden post-trip turn of luck to say much more about either (as Tig Notaro says, “God giveth, and God taketh away, but sometimes, God just keeps on taking-awayith.”). Also, while typing isn’t too terribly painful, it’s not my left arm’s favorite activity. In the meantime, please send your kindest and healingest thoughts, and hold the jokes about calcium and bubble wrap.