I was talking with Tyson a couple days ago about stressing. We have a race coming up and he expressed his stress for wanting to run well. I realized that I hadn't even thought about it yet. Thinking a bit about it know, I really don't care how this race goes. I've had bad races this time of year and done well by the end and I've had good races this time of year and done poorly by the end. My only worry is that Skeet's Mom brings the sweet corn pudding to the picnic.