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 84: July 1, 2018 – July 7, 2018
| DAY | PACE | TIME | DISTANCE |
| Sunday | Mowed | 1:10:19 hr:min:sec | Front & Back |
| Monday | Dunno | Approx. 1/2 hr. | Mall Walking |
| Tuesday | Dunno | Approx. 1/2 hr. | Mall Walking |
| Wednesday | Nope | 4th of July | No A/C & No Mall |
| Thursday | 30 min/mile | 30:34 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Friday | 30 min/mile | 32:07 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Saturday | 30 min/mile | 30:12 min:sec | 1 mile |
A/C still broken until Thursday morning, so I did a timed reading on the side since I can’t do it while walking on the treadmill.
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: Redesigning Max (Foothills Pride 2) by Pat Henshaw
My favorite lines this week:
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
“Yeah, well,” Max said as if it took drawling those two words to prime the pump and get him to speak again.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
“How you boys doing over here?” the drive-by waitress asked. She plopped our meals in front of us and then looked each of us in the face, smirked, shook her head, and muttered, “All righty, then. All good at this table.”
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
“Pecan, please,” I answered. “A la mode.”
She frowned. “Nope. We don’t do that. Pecan doesn’t get ice cream.”
“Okay, cherry a la mode,” I answered, not taking my eyes off Max. What the hell? The chef was a Pie Nazi? Why were we bothering about something as mundane as pie?
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
“We don’t serve no bigots in here. Do we, Bud?” she yelled over her shoulder.
A dumpling of a man, sweat pouring off him, came out of the back and rounded the sit-down counter. The men who’d gotten up and had been walking to back up Steve turned and sat back down. Deep freezers weren’t any colder than the chill coming from Lorraine’s eyes.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
I’d known something awful was going to happen the night before, and now here it was smelling and looking foul in front of me.
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
“Why would he hate me so much?” Tears started falling down his cheeks. He didn’t wipe them away or acknowledge them in the least.
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
My heart was beating like a drum machine set on high.