I don’t know about you, but I’m really into superstitions and the occult truly fascinates me. At the same time, I try to be pretty realistic and logical and don’t believe that “luck” strongly influences things. I could go on and on about this and all of the theories out there, but this blog isn’t about ghosts and psychics and mysterious occurrences so I’ll try to get right to the point.
A basic K fact: I always pick up heads up pennies when I see them. It doesn’t matter where they are, who is watching me dig a penny out of the mud, or how far I have to go out of my way to make sure I pocket the copper. I even happened to find one in front of our reception venue on my wedding day (DUH – I picked that one up and have managed to keep track of it since).
Some backstory: A few weeks ago, I fell while running. Then I fell again a week later. I made a big deal of the first fall and was able to get some good jokes out of it when I realized my injuries were superficial and, all things told, not that bad. The second fall was a little scary. I fell harder, reopened the week-old wounds from the first fall, and damaged my running confidence. In short, I got scared.
The story: When I was out on a run the week after all of the falling, I was being incredibly careful while still trying to enjoy myself and simply not be terrified. I was running up Coventry Road, when I spotted a heads up penny. I kept running, thinking “I’ve hit my stride, things are going well, I should just get home and get ready for work…” I made it a few yards past the penny and couldn’t handle the thought of it not going home with me, so I turned around and picked it up. I think the timing of this one made it more special.
After all, it certainly couldn’t hurt to get a little more “luck” during these post-fall training runs.
The point: I KNOW I KNOW. Luck didn’t get me my PRs and goal times in my past races. Hard work and determination did. But still. I’m a sucker for heads up pennies, folks. Don’t judge.
Thanks for reading about my quirk!