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Great news today –> Colleen Terrill – 6th grade teacher, mother of two, wife of Kevin, marathoner, and all around great person and friend – has been selected as the Mashpee, MA Teacher of the Year.

Congratulations, Colleen!!!!

Dear Barnstable High School Track:

I’m sorry that I hadn’t been to see you in a couple months.

If it’s any consolation I’ve thought about you at least once a week.

Occasionally, I’d drive by.   I’d sneak a peek at you from the window of the car.  You always looked so lonely.  I promised myself that I’d come visit you the next morning.

Of course, the next morning would come and I’d have an excuse not to visit you.

Well, that ended this morning, didn’t it. I came to see you.

It was still dark out.  You might not have noticed me., but you probably heard my wheezing.  Did you hear the retching sound behind the bleachers – that was me.

I promise that I won’t let another two months pass between visits.

I’ll see you next Wednesday.


I’d had enough.

It had been over a month since Kevin ran any meaningful miles (treadmills @ 6.0 mph while watching Oprah don’t count as meaningful miles).

He needed to get his lazy ass back on the road. I didn’t care how bad his ribs hurt – I missed my running partner.

I sent him an email last week: “Let’s run – you pick the time, place, distance and pace. I’ll be there.”

I didn’t hear from him for three days. I was starting to think he was ducking me. Maybe I pushed too hard? Maybe my Friday afternoon voice mail about his flabby ass and love handles hit a little too close to home?  Maybe I shouldn’t have suggested he take up checkers as his new exercise?  Maybe it was wrong telling my single friends that Colleen was looking for a new man who could keep up with her on a long run.
Finally, he called Sunday night. He was off skiing for the weekend in Vermont. He said he’d love to run. We were on for Tuesday morning – 6am – his place.

I went to bed last night wondering how I’d get in a decent workout Tuesday.  I doubted that we’d go much further than 3 miles.  We definitely wouldn’t be under 10:00 miles.  I knew that I’d need to do something else to break a sweat:

  1. Should I run to Kevin’s – it’s only 4 miles?
  2. Should I hit the weights before driving over?
  3. Should I make Tuesday the first double of the season?

I don’t know why I was concerned.  As usual, Kevin kicked my ass and made me wheeze.  I could barely keep up with him.

My worries (hopes?) that we’d run a too-slow pace were quickly dashed when Kevin took off and I was forced to quicken my pace to stay even with him.  After 5 minutes of running, I gave up talking and concentrated on breathing.    If it wasn’t for a three-minute chat with the running babes near Willowbend we would have  covered our -mile course in 8:20 pace …  a far cry from my expected 10:00.

Fortunately, by the end of the run, Kevin appeared human.  Around 4.5 miles I could tell that his lungs were starting to feel it.

At this point, a good friend would have slowed down and coasted to the finish.  Apparently, I’m not a good friend.  I took this opportunity to push the pace down to 8:00. Yeah, it was childish, and I’d whine if someone did it to me, but @ the time I thought that he deserved a little payback for making me believe it was going to be an easy morning.

It’s good to have you back, Kevin.  See you Tuesday morning.