I knew it was not going to be my best race. Diane really wanted to do this 5K with a buddy though, and how could I say no? I laced up and tried to get my head in the game.
Just like that, we were off. After the initial rush of the start, Diane pointed out a runner ahead of us, and we silently agreed to overtake them. Once that was done, she picked another one.
Before I knew it, we could see the finish line ahead at the top of a rise. We knew what we had to do. Diane and I had a longstanding pact that we must pick up our pace for any hill. We grimly glanced at each other, then laid on the coal.
Breathless, we sailed across the finish line. Panting and sweating, we gratefully grabbed the bottles of water held out to us. As we walked off the race, we each snagged a banana, too.
Finally, we tumbled down onto the cool grass in the shade of a big tree. We looked at each other with goofy smiles.
Diane held her banana up in the air.
“To your best personal time ever!” she proclaimed.
I held my banana up, too. “And to yours!”
We clinked our bananas together in happy celebration.
Many thanks to Eugi’s Causerie for another great prompt!