Knock On Plane

For today’s workout (which hasn’t been completed yet), I’ll be working on intervals, plyometric and resistance movements for roughly 90 minutes. One of my favorites:

Moving push ups. Those are always killer. We’ll see how long my toddler naps, allowing me the time to work out.

So, it’s Thursday! My favorite day when it comes to blogging! And as always:

It’s Thursday. You know what that means. Please check out my weekly blog group, comprised of a fantastic group of ladies who will dazzle you with insight on various topics.  After reading my post, check out their blogs as well. Just click on:

Froggie (Tracey): One frog’s distinct voice on the world around her.

Merry Land Girl (Melissa): Tales of a suburban mom who likes to talk about pop culture, books, Judaism, family, friendship and anything else that comes to mind.

Mom Of Many (Susanna): One Mom’s perspective on life, raising kids, knitting and other unrelated topics.

For this week, Tracey chose: Are you superstitious? If so, tell us about one of your superstitions. If not talk about why.

I’m really not a superstitious person. I’ll walk under ladders, and pet black cats that cross my path. There was a bird recently who took to tapping at our front window, and I wasn’t concerned that impending doom and gloom was on it’s way. However, there is one thing I’ll do that is incredibly superstitious: I knock on planes.

My ex-husband knocks on a plane before he flies on one. Now I do it. Right before I walk onto the plane, I reach a hand out, and gently tap a few times with my middle knuckle, and this makes me feel centered and safe. There is a logical explanation when it comes to my superstition. My ex-husband’s job requires him to fly a lot, and he’s never had an issue or a problem (knock on plane). If he’s never had an issue or a problem, with all this knocking and tapping going on, there must be something to it, right?

I make our son knock on planes. I also make my husband, and our toddler knock on them, too. On a recent trip back home from Arizona, my husband was escorting our toddler onto the plane, and neither of them knocked. I felt panicky and worried, and nearly broke out into a sweat. THEY DIDN’T KNOCK ON THE PLANE!!!! I was actually angry, and tugged on my husband’s sleeve and told him, “You didn’t knock on the plane, and neither did Nolan.” I said this as though it was the most reasonable statement in the world, and my husband merely said, “Oops, sorry. I forgot.” He probably thought I was nuts, and after finishing out that sentence, I can imagine how nuts that makes me look, that I would actually feel angry over all of it. I mean, I’m sitting here, which is proof that we all made it back in one piece and safely.

I know that a superstition isn’t something to take stock in, yet I imagine this won’t stop my obsession. The next time you hear a tapping on the outside of the plane, don’t be alarmed. It’s just me, insuring a safe flight for all.

Happy travels!

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