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Treadmill Goals/Tracking

• 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 79: May 27, 2018 – June 02, 2018

DAY	PACE	TIME	DISTANCE
Sunday	30 min/mile	31:35 min:sec	1 mile
Monday	30 min/mile	30:58 min:sec	1 mile
Tuesday	30 min/mile	30:06 min:sec	1 mile
Wednesday	30 min/mile	30:10 min:sec	1 mile
Thursday	Mowed	1 hour	Front & Back
Friday	Walking…	At least an hour	Airport, park, town.
Saturday	Walking…	At least an hour	Town, beach, steps

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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: Gyrfalcon (Taking Shield – book 1) by Anna Butler

My favorite lines this week:

✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿

He was faster than it was. Drones were bigger than humans, taller and wider, but slower to move and not nearly as well motivated to survive.

✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿

Rosie twisted a short red curl around one finger. Bennet had only once called her hair carroty, and it had been like lighting the fuse on a firework. He wasn’t stupid. He never did it again.

✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿

“Your voice, Dad’s words.” Bennet couldn’t help it. He laughed. “Hell’s teeth, Joss, but you and irony are barely acquainted!”

✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿

“Do you have tea?”

The pilot looked nonplussed, as if he’d never heard of the stuff. “I’ll take a look,” he said, in the same tone of voice he’d use if Bennet had asked him for iced sherbet with rose petals scattered on top.

✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿

No reading

✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿

The pilots could have won metals for synchronized eye rolling.

✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿

As Flynn had said, the odds were her blood had been replaced with a chemical solution into which the regulations had been dissolved, the better to bathe and solidify her internal organs. He’d laughed when he’d said it, but the laugh had been rueful.