- 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 91: August 19, 2018 – August 25, 2018
|Sunday||30 min/mile||30:19 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||30:33 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||30:37 min:sec||1 mile|
|Wednesday||Mowed||Approx. 1 hr.||Front & Back|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||30:16 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||30:26 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||30:15 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: In Other Words…Murder (Holmes & Moriarity – Book 4) by Josh Lanyon
My favorite lines this week:
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
“Okay,” Gage said doubtfully. And then, “Can I sleep in here?”
J.X. wavered but stayed strong. “No honey, You’re getting too big to bunk in here. There’s not enough room for all three of us. Uncle Christopher and I would fall right out onto the floor!”
And then the monster that lives under the bed would get us.
But see, I was getting fond of the little cheese mite because I didn’t say it. Gage, however, had no doubt who the villain of the piece was. His bleak and beady gaze fell on me.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
“I know Kit. It’s troubling.”
“Troubling? Yes. It is troubling. It is fu—” My gaze fell on Gage, tip of his tongue poking from between his teeth as he concentrated on getting every layer of his rainbow solid black. “—reaking terrifying.”
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
I like hotels.
Staying in hotels was one of the few things I never minded about book tours. Yes, the art is bad and the pillows are never quite right. And yes, I’ve heard the horror stories about black lights illuminating semen on bedspreads and maids washing glasses with toilet brushes, but I’m good at convincing myself that doesn’t happen at hotels I stay at.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿ Mowed, but did a timed reading anyway.
“I didn’t realize the process was quite so complicated,” I told J.X. as we left the courthouse. “Thank you for not saying I told you so.”
“I told you so,” said J.X.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
I leaned over to stop him with a quick kiss. “Don’t be a goof. You are here for me.” I kissed him again. “Even when you’re not, you know, physically here.”
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
“It’s the truth. I never though of myself as a romantic guy—I’m not a romantic guy.”
“But the way I feel about you…” I cleared my throat. “If I was another kind of man, a romantic man, I’d be…doing romantic things for you.”
His smile widened.
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿ NOTE: There’s a blur spoiler at the end of this snippet. Hover over the blur if you want to see the words.
I wasn’t kidding. I am not a romantic.
But on Friday morning I woke with the unfamiliar and uncomfortable desire to do something romantic for my soft and sentimental soon-to-be husband.