Dear Stalkerish Former Boss,
You beat me by two minutes. Well done.
I'm torn about how to approach the next three races that you and I are both signed up for. On one hand, my time in this triathlon improved 32 minutes from my time last year, which is kind of obscene. I don't know if I could have trained so well without my secret desire to beat you. On the other, I'm not sure I enjoyed the race at all. I was uncomfortable, nervous, even panicky at times. I kept thinking, "I thought I do this for fun..."
At this point Bossy, I'm thinking I should just let it go. I don't enjoy un-friendly competition; I'd really prefer to just compete with myself. In two weeks, I'll start a completely new job (woot!) and hopefully not have to interact with you anymore anyway.
So, for two weeks at least, I suggest we call a truce*.
*Although if you say something b*@#y again, I may have to rethink my decision.