Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I got the jump on Mike again this morning.  I was ahead of him for the first 0.6 miles.  Then he caught up to me.  But then he had to stop to tie his shoe so I passed him.  He passed me again at 0.9 miles.  His first mile was 8:57.  Mine was 10:50, almost 2 minutes slower.  I think he was running fast to catch up to me because his second mile was 10:40 and mine was 11:48, barely a minute faster.  Again his third mile was 10:26 and mine was 11:36.  So I was able to keep him in my sights almost the entire way up the hill.  When I finally lost sight of him about half quarter of a mile from the top, I could see a couple of runners coming down.  I wondered if one of them was Mike.  But it was two girls.  Mike was about a tenth of a mile behind them.  I was hoping I'd be able to see more than just Mike on the way down.  But the thing about Mike, he's very competitive.  He made sure to catch up to the girls and pass them.  I only saw momentary glimpses of them on the way down.  This was my fastest time on this route this year, but it seems it may have been Mike's also.  He even went sub 8 on one of his downhill miles, while my fastest was a 9:21.  But progress is progress.  So as we were driving up the hill to go home we saw this girl running down.  About a half mile later we saw this other girl.  Mike was like, "Didn't we just see her?"  Later while looking at my Strava Flyby's I realized they were twins.  So I text Mike, "Those girls were twins!"  Except I sent it to my elder's quorum group instead of Mike :(