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As I read back through the posts I've made here, I realize that I've come a long way in the past nine months or so.

For one, I've run distances I'd never imagined being able to do, starting with that first two-miles. The main reason? My frame of mind. I've worked hard to overcome several mental barriers -- namely extreme perfectionism. In all my life, it wasn't until only a few months ago that I began to realize that running a long distance -- like a marathon -- was actually a real, tangible possibility. And pardon me for saying so, but I'm proud of myself for what I've accomplished so far.

But just as importantly, I've realized that success doesn't always happen on our schedule. And sometimes -- especially for a neurotic perfectionist who tends to measure her worth by her achievements -- knowing when to say "when" is just as big of an accomplishment as running a marathon.

Really, what I'm trying to say here is that, while completing a marathon is still a goal, it's not going to happen for me this year. I won't be ready, so I'm deferring my registration until next year. And it's okay. The world isn't going to explode. Life will continue. And I'll get an extra year to keep improving all around -- maybe to do even better than I would have, were I to run it this year. Most of all, it'll give me enough time to get some big things off my metaphorical plate.

If you really miss me, you can still find me here. And just like that, goodbye.

*heart*
Sarah