I looked over my left shoulder to make sure no one was coming up behind me. The path was clear. Then, I let ‘er rip–my snot rocket, that is. I’ve never been especially “ladylike”. Just ask my mother. Her groans of disgust have been audible since I was a little girl. “Oh, Maria!” She would exclaim, while rolling her eyes, at whatever un-ladylike activity I was currently engaging in. Even so, I’ve had some limits in my life. Yet, one by one, those limits are weakening–thanks to running and triathlon. For example, pre-endurance sport, I would blow my nose into …