I was reading on the Red Fork Hippie Chick’s blog that she just had an incident where she ran into a wall while riding her bike.
I’ve also been running into things.
On December 31, 2006 I ran head-on into the New Year.
On New Year’s Eve, there was a 5K race at the river called, “Race into the New Year.” We left the starting line at 11:45 pm and we literally ran into the new year. Excitement filled the air, noise makers were given out at the finish line, and black eyed peas and corn bread were served as well as champagne, hot chocolate, and hot apple cider.
Growing up in California, I had never heard of the tradition of eating black eyed peas on New Year’s Day for good luck and prosperity. I never heard of it until I moved to Oklahoma.
I read somewhere on the internet (can’t remember where), that if the black eyed peas are served with greens, the peas stand for coins and the greens stand for dollar bills. I have never incorporated the tradition into my own life. I’ve been here for twenty years and have never eaten the black eyed peas on New Year’s Day. So after making a lot of noise and socializing with my friends and other people at the race, I thought, “Why not? I’ll taste them just to say I did.”
It was just like Old Mother Hubbard–when she got there, the cupboard was bare. I walked over to the table and lifted the lid of the pot to find that it was completely dry. Oh well! I didn’t need to eat them anyway.