There's no crying in baseball, and other life lessons.

As we sit here, Brendan is watching his beloved Dodgers get run over by the Mets in the first inning. And none too happy about it. He's locked himself in the other room, and is weeping quietly.

OK, not really. But, he did ask why there was a salty discharge coming from his eyes, and ran to the bathroom to see.

I feel bad that my blogs have been so slow and boring lately. But, as they reflect my life...well...

Anyway, today I had to do a 12 mile run, and let me tell you...I was NOT in the mood. AT ALL. I think that people who don't do these things just assume that you are doing them because it's easy for you, or you like it. Those people would be wrong.

Sometimes you'd rather be dipped in honey and laid on a pile of fire ants. At least you'd be lying down. Sometimes it is just plain sucktastic. But, it's about getting to the goal, so you gotta push through. And then have a beer and a little whine on your blog.

I also have become suddenly addicted to myspace, so I've been spending time there. Is it impossible to actually design? I'm a freaking Web designer and I can't figure it out.

Anyway, my good friend Tom, the founder, did share this video with me last week, which is one of the most random things I've ever seen.

The other exciting moment in my life this week, was I wrote to the author Jennifer Weiner on myspace, and she actually wrote me back a personal email and was very encouraging. If you're not familiar with her, she is the author of In Her Shoes, which was made into a movie with Cameron Diaz, Toni Collette, Shirley Maclaine...but she also wrote Little Earthquakes, which is just a beautifully written book.

Additionally, she also wrote this great article that I think is the most helpful to new writers trying to get published that I've ever come across.

So go support her!

33, 75, 20, 10/2.

Today is Brendan's birthday! He is 33.

He's asked me not to make a big deal about it. So, we're not. But, if you want to give him a call and wish him a happy day, feel free. But NOT because it's his birthday...because that would be wrong.

Despite his rapidly approaching golden years, yesterday the old man picked up and rode his bike 75 miles. It was his first athletic endeavor since the IM race. Pretty impressive, if you ask me. I'll bet his legs hurt today, though.

I know mine do! I had my 20 mile run yesterday. 20.1, actually, but I don't want to brag. (Yes I totally do.) It is the longest that I have to do during my training. I am thrilled to have it done with...but I must say, if I had to run 20 miles I couldn't have picked a better day. The weather was just about as beautiful for a run as you could ask. The opposite of my 18 miler last week when I decided to head out ten minutes before a monsoon blew in.

But, despite gorgeous conditions, somehow the inside of my upper arms have the worst chafing ever, even though I took all of the normal precautions to prevent it.

So, as a result, I'm walking around today like a weightlifter, hoping I don't sweat AT all because...sweat + deodorant + chafing = me curled in a fetal position in the bathroom with washcloths shoved under my arms.

Only Uta Pippig's Boston Marathon finish brought more glamour to this glorious sport.