- Get on the treadmill (or equivalent exercise) daily
- Pace is fine at 30 min/mile, although I may up it on occasion
- Time range between 30 minutes and 1 hour per day
- Distance 1-2 miles per day
- Read the chosen book, which I won’t allow myself to read outside of my treadmill time, hopefully motivating me to reach or exceed the above goals (exception…at the end of the week where a book is highlighted, I will finish it off-treadmill so I can feature something new the next week)
Week 74: April 22, 2018 – April 28, 2018
|Sunday||30 min/mile||30:32 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||30:41 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||32:59 min:sec||1 mile|
|Wednesday||30 min/mile||31:15 min:sec||1 mile|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||32:10 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||30:51 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||35:41 min:sec||1.1 miles|
What I’m Reading
Note: Although I will try to avoid them, my weekly reading snippets may or may not contain spoilers, so read at your own risk.
What I #amreading: In Pain and Blood (Spellster – Book 1) by Aldrea Alien
Note: This book is 869 pages long, with Kindle estimating the time to read at 20 hours 4 minutes, therefore I am totally breaking my regular rule that I can only read the book during my treadmill time.
My favorite lines this week:
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
“By the gods!” She punctuated each word with a slap of his arm. “Stop storing your mind in your small clothes for once.” The already delicate pink hue of her cheeks grew steadily pinker as she spoke, whether from anger, embarrassment or a mixture of both, he wasn’t sure.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
Only when the blast’s last echoes had finished curling the arena did he dare to lift his head. We’re alive. The thought came sluggishly and a little on the tentative side. Were they alive? The compacted dirt under his chin certainly felt like that of the arena floor, but who was to say the afterlife didn’t start out this way?
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
Despite living here for a decade or so, she still carried a slight hint of their accent. It always brought a sort of niggling in the back of Dylan’s mind to check if the woman harbored an apricot stone in her mouth.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
Dylan tipped his nose to the sky, trying to block out the suggestions that threatened to set his ears ablaze. They were testing him, he was certain of it. He’d seen those sorts of expressions before, when young men and women started training against their more seasoned peers. Fresh meat. If they thought he could be intimidated by mere words, they were sorely mistaken.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
A hand slid over his scalp, stroking his hair. That didn’t seem like the act of an enemy. Or rather more importantly, not like someone intent on his death right now.
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
“Nice?” The hound’s mouth twisted into a smirk, one brow lifting along with Dylan’s pulse. My dear spellster, puppies are nice. A warm fire in winter is nice.” He leant closer. The firelight threw strange shadows over his face and picked up the golden thread in his honey-colored eyes. “I am not nice.”
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
Marin gave a contemptuous snort. “Pretty sure that man can’t put on a pair of trousers without showing off.”