carefully construed pieces of bread?

My season is over. Allow me to reflect.
More than once I thought it morbid to be pushing my body to limits beyond what I used to think it capable of reaching. Still, I gamely counseled my way through yet another season

It was actually beautiful. Rewarding at best.
Personal bests all across the board:

Sunken Meadow 3mile: 21:41
Sunken Meadow 5k: 22:29
Riverhead 2.6mi: 17:54
Babylon Bowl 5K (3mi?): 21:05

Ranked season's best... Hmm.. is that pride I feel?
I think so.

I feel a bit literally challenged: uninspired is perhaps a better word.