The farmer blow (a.k.a. the "snot rocket"). It's taken me over two decades, but I have finally perfected the art of the farmer blow. I don't understand the physiology of why the blowing of the nose becomes so essential during a long run, but it's a disgusting fact, and after years of finding myself on the road with no access to tissue, I've learned to let go of decorum and let it fly. (Note: I hope this term isn't offensive to farmers. If it is, I hope that my farmer readers understand that I use this term with the utmost respect for this respiratory innovation.)
|I can offer you no rational explanation|
for these shorts.
Walk around publicly in a state of partial undress. As I've mentioned before, I occasionally need to squeeze in my runs on the fly, in the middle of my work days. While changing in the back of your car, or slipping on shorts under one's skirt or a towel are mostly socially acceptable behaviors on the coast (where people are used to seeing surfers do it), I've found that it will raise some eyebrows in town. Pulling my shirt off in the middle of a parking lot is, for the most part, out of character for me. But in the context of a run? A no brainer.
Wear a fanny pack. Not only do I wear a fanny pack on my long runs (okay, it's a SPI belt, and it's a few ticks cooler than a fanny pack ...), I get so used to the feel of it that I often forget it's there and catch myself still wearing it while out doing errands after my run. (Oh and on that note: if I drove somewhere to run, I will almost always squeeze in an errand or two on my way home, with absolutely no regard for my ragged, sweaty, crusty appearance.)
Wave at strangers. And for all of the questionable, socially unacceptable things that running makes me do, this one odd behavior is definitely my favorite.