I've never run a marathon but I have to imagine there comes a point at which you kick yourself for agreeing to participate in such an outrageous thing in the first place. Quitting becomes a very real option and the consolation of "making it this far" seems like enough. For me, that point was September. Picking up my camera became a chore and I missed not one day, not two, but seven without taking a picture. What I'm most proud of this month is not one of the images I captured but the fact that I picked my camera back up and got back on the metaphorical "366 day photo challenge" horse. This month may not hold my best work but I love it because it represents my determination to finish this damn thing. Here's to three more months!