Triatha...I can't even spell the dang word.

So tonight my friend Cindy updated her status on Facebook like this:

'Biked 38.7 miles in 2 hours and 42 minutes this afternoon.'

She biked 38 miles...

...in one afternoon. 

In fact, she updates like this all the time. 

Ya know what I did this afternoon?

Laid in bed and read while eating a peanut butter and jelly. 

I mean the whole 'biked 38 miles' thing...

When I drive 38 miles I need to stretch afterwards. 

She biked it. 

Here she is with her labradoodle:

She runs, she bikes, she swims. 

And she reads History. 

In her spare time. 

Wow. 

I mean, just wow. 

She isn't the only real athlete I know. 

My cousin in law John is one too. 

Here he is with my cousin:

We were in Destin, Florida at the same time they were last year. 

We woke up one morning and thought about driving to Panama City Beach but decided not to because it was too far. 

We met them for lunch and found out that he had biked to Panama City Beach that week already. 

So, apparently its too far for us to drive but no problem for him to bike. 

My brother and sister in law are also all triathletey now too:

Thats them with their buddy Warner. 

Warner - who incidentally I used to have a huge crush on. 

Here I am at twelve:

"Like, if only Warner could see me in this totally awesome head band, sunglasses, and one piece suit."

So the ability to be disciplined enough to do all this running and biking and swimming...

Its impressive. 

I'd like it. 

Maybe when I grow up. 

Or maybe Santa will bring it to me.

And while I'm at it:

 I'd like a pony.