What am I, nuts? (Wait - don't answer that.)

I'm achey and sore from biking to work again, weightlifting *and* all those backbends in belly dance, and I'm contemplating a triathlon. Next year, which means a whole twelve months of prep. But! running! Eww!

A triathlon. I'm scared of the training it'd take, but to be in that kind of shape would be too cool. And if I did this in a team, I'd have other people with permission to badger me about said training. Maybe I could get Dru to help badg- er... train me.

Sweet Lady. A triathlon.