- 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 83: June 24, 2018 – June 30, 2018
|Sunday||30 min/mile||30:21 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||30:06 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||30:36 min:sec||1 mile|
|Wednesday||30 min/mile||30:11 min:sec||1 mile|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||31:13 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||30:00 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||30:00 min:sec||1 mile|
Friday and Saturday are approximate. My A/C isn’t functioning and it’s too f*cking hot to do the treadmill, so I did a little mall-walking.
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: Makepeace (Taking Shield 3) by Anna Butler
Once again, since this book exceeds 100k words, I’m not necessarily sticking to my “no reading off treadmill until after Saturday’s workout” rule.
My favorite lines this week:
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
“Why weren’t you in your office?”
Bennet said, blandly, “I don’t have an office, sir. I have a cubby-hole.”
The gleam in Jak’s hazel eyes was, Bennet hoped, amusement rather than venom. “So small the Animal Welfare people wouldn’t let me keep a cat in it?”
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
Jak smiled his evil-dictatorial-bastard smile. Bennet was willing to bet the old man practiced it every day in his shaving mirror.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
When he glanced at her, she was unsmiling and her mouth had tightened into the story of line he imagined mothers had perfected for dealing with irresponsible children. Shit. He hated it when she was this mad. There was nothing for it. Flynn puffed out a quiet breath. “Nothing.”
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
Bennet glanced back when he reached the door. Joss had already turned away, head bent over an amulet, elegant hands turning it over as he examined it.
Definitely time to go.
The door closed with a hard, cold snick of the lock.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
“I don’t think working with your father will be that bad,” Felix said with a stunning lack of sympathy, the bastard. “You’re getting on better with him now.”
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
His shoulders hunched up, defensive. His voice was shaky and soft. “Gender isn’t the first thing I think about, you know.”
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
He must have managed the multi-tasking, because Quist warmed as the hour progressed, looking approving once or twice. She smiled once. That was, frankly, scary.