Having a cold this week hasn't helped but when I run I produce a lot of spit or mucus, and I have to spit it out. If I swallow it I feel sick and my breathing goes, and by the time I get home I feel full and can't eat my tea.
Even when I'm not running I sometimes need to clear my sinuses, I hate it as it's a disgusting habit and not pleasant to see, but I do try to aim for drains or spit in the road, away from other people. It's the least I can do.
Now, running in the park allows for a free spirited attitude to spitting, you've got loads of space, there's grass, bushes, and even behind trees. Running through town however is a problem, and last night it proved to be a bigger problem than I'd ever anticipated.
I was running as close to the road as I could so that I could 'drop bombs' straight into it. The weather was pretty bad and as I ran across the junction outside Holborn police station, straight past a load of people waiting to cross, I spat out something that can only be described as 'horrible' into the road. It was at this exact moment that the wind blew up hard across the junction, caught my 'ball of slimy death', flicked it straight up, over my head, behind me and.......
well I didn't hang around to find out! I got my head down and ran very quickly away from the scene.
As the shame and self loathing slowly bubbled away inside me I didn't think about much else, apart from how I might not run that route again for a while.
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