blister

My runs get longer as my days here get shorter. Each morning, around the same marker on the road, I start to have these overwhelming images of myself at the airport in the US. I picture myself frightened of all the westerners, and a child-like urgency to find my mother in the mess my mind has made of reality at that point. Running clears my head and helps me figure my next steps. I have so many blisters on my feet now as my mileage increase. But, I've started to think in kilometers instead and I think a new pair of shoes is needed.