Running on Resolutions by Petra Michelle

 

FADE IN:

EXT. RUNNERS' PATH. CENTRAL PARK. NEW YORK - 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? I lost at least five. 

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.

As 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.

...they disappear out of view.

FADE TO BLACK