- 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 86: July 15, 2018 – July 21, 2018
|Sunday||30 min/mile||30:27 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||30:16 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||31:03 min:sec||1 mile|
|Wednesday||30 min/mile||30:23 min:sec||1 mile|
|Thursday||mowed||~ 1 hour||front & back yards|
|Friday||30 min/mile||30:15 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||31:56 min:sec||1 mile|
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: Thief of Hearts by Ruby Moone
My favorite lines this week:
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
“If you are going to cast up your accounts, be a dear and use the pot.”
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
Jeremy turned his back, so David wouldn’t see his disappointment. He pulled his nightshirt on quickly and wrapped his blanket around his shoulders and headed back to the coldness of his room.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
He eclipsed the distance between them and took Jeremy’s face in his hands. He searched those violet eyes so filled with raw pain. He was lost. Utterly lost. He lowered his head, and breaking every last rule he held, kissed him.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
He curled up on the floor. Curled in on himself, shame tearing through every part of him. He couldn’t face them, wouldn’t face them.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿ Yes, I mowed, but I did a timed read anyway.
David was looking at him with an odd expression, but then he smiled. Just a small smile, but it was a genuine won which warmed his eyes.
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
The smile that lit Jeremy’s face was too much. David swallowed and pulled him close. Had nobody ever told him he was beautiful, desirable? He doubted it. The world they lived in was so horribly twisted and ugly. A world where someone as kind, brave, and beautiful as Jeremy was reviled, ridiculed, and made to fee ugly and ashamed was just so many shades of wrong.
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
“So, does anyone actually call you Albert or do you generally go by David?” He’d been wondering if David had a double life. One in the stews and one in society. If he did, did they never collide?
David gave him a long look with those curious grey green eyes, and then took a sip of his coffee. He dabbed at his mouth with his napkin and laid it carefully on the table before he spoke. He tilted his head to one side. “Last person to call me Albert was shitting teeth for a week.”