Usually on race week, my mind is racing with thoughts. Not this time around though. Maybe it's because I took pressure off myself a long time ago to not even think about the Shamrock Half as any sort of make-or-break event; I didn't get caught up in PR madness; I didn't kick myself for not having more long runs ... I just let myself be me for the past few months, and it's been pretty damn liberating. Remember when I swore I wouldn't even do this race again this year? Now I couldn't be happier that I've trained for it. It's not that I don't care how this weekend goes -- I do -- but the rest of my life doesn't depend on it.