Running On Resolutions by Petra Michelle

FADE IN:

EXT. RUNNERS' PATH. CENTRAL PARK - DAY

Two MEN are jogging together in Central Park on a freezing January morning.

AL I should have my head examined for letting you talk me into running this morning.

NICK And break our new year's resolution? You lost how many pounds? Five? I lost at least ten. 

And since I stopped smoking last year, my doctor says my lungs are clean as a whistle. 

And when I started eating a low-fat diet the year before that, my cholesterol is as low as my underwear.

And since I promised to help around the house, my wife is one happy camper, especially in the bedroom. 

Al rolls his eyes.

NICK And how about the year we started our business. I vowed I'd stop complaining about your two-hour lunches, and your so-called business write-offs...more like expensive gifts to Liz, Sandra, Connie, and God only knows who else.

AL Have you decided on this year's resolution yet?

NICK You know me. If I can't keep it, I won't make it. Why? You have any ideas?

AL Yeah. A vow of silence.

Their VOICES fade out...

NICK You know I can't do that. How else can I tell you what's on my mind?

AL Yeah, what's left of it.

...as they disappear out of view.

FADE TO BLACK