Neighborhood Running Report

Actually, this is not a report of my running. My running is going great. Knocked out seven awesome and fast-ish miles this Saturday. This week I did my best despite torrential downpours and no-sleeping toddlers and crazy-need-a-chiropractor-neck-pain to get some miles, but. . .
This is not about me.
No, this is about a family who lives in our neighborhood.
We've seen them for years out running. They have two kids. And a dog. And she has always pushed the stroller. And she looks awesome. The hubby and I have always kind of felt like: "We want to be like them when we have kids, etc."
Now, I'm not talking about just-a-jog-through-the-neighborhood running. These people are serious. Sub-nine-minute-milers with a double stroller. We've seen them on the annual neighborhood 10-miler with the kids strapped in with their portable DVD players for the long haul. (How they make it without tossing those things out, I have no idea. I guess maybe the parents threaten that they will have to walk home if they do. . .)
Anyway. . .we haven't seen this family since we moved back from Ireland. Could be that we just haven't been out and about as much.
But this Saturday, at the beginning of my awesome 7-mile run, we saw them and momma was pushing one of these puppies. . . Um, ayeah. . . that's a TRIPLE running stroller. And she was booking it, too!!!
Reminds me not to complain when I've got the little man loaded up in our single.
Whew! Of course, she let our running group know that her husband never pushes. Dude, just. . .whoah. You can imagine what her arms look like!!! Gimme the gun show!
So here's a shout out to you, lady-who-runs-pushing-the-triple-running-stroller-who-I-don't-know.
You're awesome.