This Week, panic attack; just 37 days until the marathon.

Based on the last few weekends of running, it seems like I start to fall apart shortly after reaching 12 miles. Last week, I was afraid to take my sneakers off; the pain from the blisters was so bad, I figured my feet, socks and sneakers had all welded together. I typically like to run alone, and have always stayed away from having others train with me, but from here on, I know I need someone by my side. Otherwise there’s a good chance I’ll just breakdown on the side of the road crying. So the game plan for tomorrow is this… on the road running by 7am (to beat the REALLY Bad weather), head west towards Easton, and meet up with Cate and/or Jackie around mile 10, then run another six through Borderland State Park.