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 103: November 11, 2018 – November 17, 2018
| DAY | PACE | TIME | DISTANCE |
| Sunday | 30 min/mile | 80:10 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Monday | 30 min/mile | 35:24 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Tuesday | 30 min/mile | 31:22 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Wednesday | 30 min/mile | 32:04 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Thursday | mowed-mulched & blowed | 2+ hours | lots and lots of leaves |
| Friday | mowed-mulched & blowed | 2+ hours | lots and lots of leaves |
| Saturday | 30 min/mile | 30:10 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: Expedition, Estimation, and Other Dangerous Pastimes (Claimings 4) by Lyn Gala
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My favorite lines this week:
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
Liam held the ball captive and scratched Duke behind the ear. Duke quickly lost interest in the ball and decided he wanted love. Then he shook his head and spittle arced through the air.
“That’s kinda gross. Sorry,” Mora said in English before he switched to Rownt. “I apologize for the inconvenient spit.” It was a sentence Liam had never expected to hear.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
“You are surprisingly bloodthirsty.”
Ondry grinned wide enough to show all his sharp teeth. It was a terrifying expression. “I have no interest in drinking blood—only watching it soak into the ground as the soulless dalit woh hurt you gasped and begged for me to offer mercy, a request I would ignore.”
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
Ondry turned the color of a Swedish man who’d been living on a station without the sun for five years. It was damn near the same washed-out color as the parchment used for storyscrolls. Of course swelling frightened Ondry, given Rownt anatomy.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
Ondry caught Liam by the back of the neck and pulled him close. “I dislike that you do not have the words to describe your own feelings.”
Liam sighed. “Most people don’t.”
Ondry had no response for that.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
Liam began scrubbing himself with the towel. “I hate change. Every time I make a big change in my life—every time I think I’m jumping out of the frying pan, I go into the fire.”
The sentence as a whole distressed Ondry enough that he focused on the least important and most irrational part of it. “You would not fit in a cooking pan.”
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
Liam took several deep breaths and tried to control his emotions. He wasn’t sure if the lure of a longer life or the fear of an insectoid species freaked him out more, but when Ondry wrapped his tail around Liam’s thigh., Liam leaned into that comfort. Immediately, Ondry pulled him closer. They walked through a wide tunnel, and the lights dimmed as they moved closer to the other side. The air grew warmer and had a strange scent, like the desert after a storm.
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
She gave a sharp hiss, and Ondry whirled back around. She had opened her eyes, and now she showed him a pair of long, white fangs. “Youngling, my palteia is injured and Grandmothers twice your size have fled the room to avoid my temper. Yet you loom over me showing your teeth. Sit, or I may neglect my rank in favor of my aggravation.”