<Open onto the interior of a well-lit studio apartment. The balcony door hangs ajar. A gentle spring breeze freshens the air. Our hero sits comfortably in a 1920’s wingback chair. A plate of cookies by his side. He faces the viewer.>
It was a good race I must say. Blustery and cold though. But still a very good race indeed. Not a personal best (PB) mind, but there will be other chances. Of that I’m quite certain.
I ran well today. My speed over the 2nd 5 kilometres eclipsing not only that of the first 5 kilometres but also my own PB for the 5k.
I never panicked. Which in previous 10k races I’ve fallen victim to rather readily. No, this time I ran with comfortable aggression. No one kilometre was particularly outstanding yet no one kilometre was notably weak either. At least by my own modest standards. And this allowed me to feel strong throughout today’s race. Strong enough to finish faster than I had started and strong enough to run another 10 kilometres to cool off after the race and to keep myself honed for the marathon in 2 weeks.
Yes. It was indeed a good day.
<His soliloquy done. Our hero breaks eye contact with his viewer. His attention has wandered to the plate of cookies at his side. Greedily he takes a bite. End scene.>