We said it at least 7 times – starting right after the first mile – “I think we should slow it down a bit.”

We’d slow down, but then someone (OK, it was Colleen) would speed up. She’d casually glance over her shoulder with a smirk on her face, practically daring us to maintain her pace. She was a machine out there. I can’t speak for Kevin, but I was a beaten man.

We covered the 10 miles in 1:22 (about an 8:12 pace) – not quite race pace, but faster than I’ve run in a long time.

I don’t remember my drive home from their house. I can barely remember taking a shower (visions of leaning against the shower wall contemplating the tingling in my left arm.)

It’s 3 hours later, and my chest still hurts during deep breaths.

As far as determining who is the faster Terrill .. they’re both pretty damn quick. They took turns controlling the pace and the conversation. While my breath was sputtering and I couldn’t complete a sentence they were merrily chatting about the kids, work, upcoming races, past races. I was only able to add an occasional “Uh-huh. Yup. Sounds good. Really. You bet. Unmhbasdf.”

We’ll be together again Wednesday night @ the Barnstable High track. I plan to rest between now and then so I can make an attempt to keep it close.

Our run.