It's going to get worse before it gets better

One month. Eighteen days.
The race of my life. I can't help but get excited this time. Last year I was terrified. I knew how hard it was going to be, and I was unsure of myself. 26 miles? .2? could I do it? Could i even finish the distance never mind race in a decent time? Could I do it by myself?
Self doubt is such a dangerous thing. you can't let in even one little negative thought. becuase one turns into two, two turns into ten, and when you don't believe in yourself who can? If my body has become stronger this year it is only becuase my mind has been determined every single step of the way.