I stood on my right foot, left foot bare, poised to step. In my left hand a DVD, in my right, the remote. The DVD player's only six feet away. A rocking chair is only two steps, yet I cannot put that left foot down. It just won't budge.
A week after the avulsion fracture on my left foot, though I feel improvement each day, its still slow.
Scott revealed his theory on why my fracture occured. I asked for permission to share it, but in the absence of permission I'm going ahead. Its just too good a story. Not as good as Scott's pants story, but a good story anyway.
One of the first things Doug told me as we left Lewiston in the RV was that I should beware of the Trost Curse of Three. I had ridden with Scott once last summer and twice before this trip. I was due for the curse to hit.
Doug reported the wives of Scott's coworkers wouldn't allow their husbands to come out to play with Scott. And he recited a litany of evidence which I promptly forgot as I also did the curse. Part of the working of the curse must be this fogging of the memory.
Here's Scott's explanation . .
lol... Before you inflate your chest too far with the idea of the strength of your legs... (yes fracturing your foot with that kind of power is impressive). I think perhaps I should float another theory as to the ultimate cause of your injury... There are some among us (myself not included) who would claim that you have just fallen victim to the Trost rule of three's..... I personally put no stake in this theory and consider it to be pure hogwash... but there are those who would chalk up your injury to it being the third event type of outing with me this year... If my count is correct... We had 1: The reverse lapwai loop 2: The death valley ride.. and than 3: the standard lapwai loop where you suffered your fracturing event...
On the bright side.... the Trost curse only seems to strike an individual once a year.... So once you heal up from this curse event... you should be immune to the curse.... at least per the current theory on this curse... more research might be needed....
Now, I'm a hard-headed rationalist when it comes to this sort of superstition. Oh, I admit to being a little nervous when I hear creaks in the night and I would never go down those dark stairs into the basement like the girl in the horror movies always stupidly does--but then I did go out with dangerous folk. Maybe . . .
In the mean time, I sat back down and put the boot back on. The DVD, Jodie Foster's Brave One is pretty violent but really gets to that "we'd all be safer if everyone was packing heat" debate.
For whatever reason, my ride's still the Lazy Boy.
Corrie