Chilled early morning air plus exercise equals runny nose. It’s the law of physics. Or biology. Or chemistry. Whichever science is to blame (and it’s inevitably a triple science whammy), I’m afraid that I subscribe to the ancient ritual of blowing one’s nose into the air, on the run as it were. And so, head turned and slightly tilted, index finger over one nostril, I see silver streamers shooting behind me into the morning sunlight.
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