- 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 102: November 4, 2018 – November 10, 2018
|Sunday||30 min/mile||30:05 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||30:59 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||37:04 min:sec||1 mile|
|Wednesday||30 min/mile||31:04 min:sec||1 mile|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||30:11 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||78:00 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||30:31 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.
My favorite lines this week:
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
It was several long minutes before he could even move, and then it was only to slump into the edge of the bed, shivering and gasping for breath.
He wasn’t sure how long he sat like that, waiting for his heart to stop fluttering in his chest like a frightened bird, fighting for air like he was sucking it through a straw, his skin running alternately hot and cold.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
Working with his hands was soothing. Carpentry wasn’t Andy’s primary skill, but it was still putting pieces together so they worked right, or better than they had before. It was soothing to drop into that mindset, a simpler thought process that didn’t have to worry about whether someone was going to get mad at him, or what the emotional fallout was going to be. It was numbers and shapes and angles, the clean ache of muscles put to work.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
Trick tugged him around the side of the house toward the front of the restaurant, sniffing intently at every tuft of grass and twig. Andy wondered idly how the dog decided which of them were deserving of pee.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
Before he could think of a response, Scooter said, “You should get your shower in. That seaweed down your trunks is gonna stick to your skin if it dries all the way.”
That sounded like something learned through hard experience.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
“Ekaterina, she gives zero fucks,” Scooter said. “And she’s brutally honest. If she’s ever given you one of her pep talks_” He laughed. “You’re never sure if you’re fired up and ready to face the world, or just terrified of disappointing her.”
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿ (Note: 1st 1/2 hour was reading, for the rest, I figured I might as well walk while I caught up on an episode of Supernatural)
He stared in dismay, unable to move. Kat was saying something to him, but he couldn’t understand her over the rushing of blood in his ears.
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
“You,” Andy said firmly, trying not to think about Scooter hugging him, “are a very manipulative person. But I’ll allow it, since there’s ice cream involved.”