Signs

After being worried about my half-marathon goal yesterday and feeling like I'm setting myself up for failure trying to attempt something so difficult, I got two random signs urging me on.

The first was the Competitor magazine I found on my table at the Rubio's at Serramonte Mall. I was having a late lunch after a work conference and sat at a table with this magazine on it. I had no idea what Competitor magazine was, but it had a picture of a woman running on the cover and it was their special marathon edition. While munching on fish tacos, I read about a man running his first marathon in San Francisco.

The second came when I was getting out of my car. As I was grabbing my copy of the Guardian, a postcard fell out. One side was black and white picture of a woman doing a push-up in front of the Conservatory of Flowers. The other side had information about Boot Camp San Francisco.

I'm not superstitious, but it is at least a coincidence that these things just came my way the moment I started doubting my fitness plans. In a nod to The Secret, I have displayed the postcard on my bookshelf, where I see it every time I reach for my keys.