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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 87: July 22, 2018 – July 28, 2018

DAY	PACE	TIME	DISTANCE
Sunday	30 min/mile	30:11 min:sec	1 mile
Monday	30 min/mile	30:59 min:sec	1 mile
Tuesday	30 min/mile	32:19 min:sec	1 mile
Wednesday	30 min/mile	31:29 min:sec	1 mile
Thursday	30 min/mile	31:34 min:sec	1 mile
Friday	30 min/mile	31:48 min:sec	1 mile
Saturday	30 min/mile	30:08 min:sec	1 mile

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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: Camwolf by J.L. Merrow

(Yes, I know the image I’m using is from the older, 1st edition instead of the recently released 2nd edition, but that’s the version I own. This is a reread, but it’s been a while, so it feels pretty fresh to me!)

My favorite lines this week:

✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿

As he walked into the lecture theatre, Nick braced himself. A couple of girls were whispering in the front row and, as he shuffled his notes, one of them laughed out loud and was frantically shushed by her friend. Schooling her features, she quickly gave a none-too-successful impression of an attentive student.

✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿

“Jools! Are you still here? I thought you’d have the kettle on by now.”

Nick bristled at her tone of easy familiarity—then flushed as he saw Julian fix him with a look that was both amused and disconcertingly shrewd. “We’ve got plenty of time,” Julian murmured, but his eyes were still on Nick as he spoke.

✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿

As they sat together with steaming cups of instant, Nick found himself hoping like hell Julian would take the conversational initiative soon, or any minute now he’d be saying “Well, this is nice, isn’t it?” like a member of the Women’s Institute taking tea with the vicar, and then he’d have to kill himself. He managed not to sigh in relief as Julian rested his mug on his knee and cleared his throat.

✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿

The passed by the railway station, then a spectacularly ugly new housing development, and after that it was green fields as far as the eye could see. Which was a considerable distance; the topography of East Anglia as a rule bore a close resemblance to a pancake.

✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿

“You know, answers of more than one syllable are generally better at conveying information, Jools.”

He looked up from his mug and smiled at her just like he’d always done, “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For not screaming. For accepting me. For still calling me Jools. Even though it sounds awful.” He walked over and gave her a hug. “I’d better go, it’s late. See you at breakfast?”

✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿

“Bloody bigoted breeder bastard!” Nick exploded as he left the Master’s Lodge.

“Nice line in alliteration, dearie, but I doubt it’ll help your case if the sergeant hears you talking like that.” Nadia gave him a comforting squeeze.

✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿

Well, this was all just so terribly British, wasn’t it? All of them dancing politely around the elephant in the room, leaving Nick totally confused as to whether it was in fact an aardvark.