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 104: November 18, 2018 – November 24, 2018
| DAY | PACE | TIME | DISTANCE |
| Sunday | 30 min/mile | 30:55 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Monday | 30 min/mile | 33:41 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Tuesday | 30 min/mile | 32:28 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Wednesday | 30 min/mile | 31:22 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Thursday | 30 min/mile | 30:11 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Friday | 30 min/mile | 33:40 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Saturday | Mowed/Mulched | Approx. 2 hours | Front & Back Yards |
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: Mary, Queen of Scotch by Rob Rosen
Publisher | Amazon US | Amazon UK | B&N | Kobo
My favorite lines this week:
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
“Why am I applying blush to you, Barry?” Mom asked, after she went blouse shopping with me at Goodwill.
“I already told you; I’m on a case.”
She sighed. “Starbucks seemed less dangerous.” I showed her the burn mark next to my thumb. Whoever said not to cry over spilt mild didn’t have scalding milk spilt on them. “Still,” she added, “at least you didn’t have to wear rouge and lipstick.”
“I had to wear beige slacks,” I lamented. “Beige, Ma. Beige.” I emphasized it the third time. It beared emphasizing.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
“Cute,” he said with a well-placed wink. “You, I mean.” Winks are hard to pull off. One wrong move, and it looks like you’re having a stroke. His was divine.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
Ray tilted his head in my direction. “Barry here would like a job.”
Auntie smiled. I hadn’t seen Auntie smile yet. As smiles went, it was a scary one. Still, at least it was a start. “Sure. Bartender, bar-back, or bouncer? Pick your b. And boss is already taken.”
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
I flicked on my Google Home. “Okay, Google, please give me the true name of Auntie Bellum, drag queen at Out-N-Out.” I always said please to Google. When the computers took over the world, I wanted to make sure they liked me. Maybe I’d get an extra food ration that way.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
Did I mention that Jeff was hung like a Yule log? I did? Well, it bears repeating. Because he was also hung like a bear. Basically, he was hung like anything that was hung. Whales come to mind.
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
“You’re not going to the movies like that, are you?” I asked. “Because I left my towel back at home, and I’d hate for you to feel uncomfortable.”
“I was surfing. It’s hard to keep track of time when you’re surfing.”
I nodded. “Trust me, I know of hard.”
He dropped the towel. “Does this make it worse?”
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿ (Mowed, but read anyway.)
I sighed. I’d had a phone call with my mom in the bathtub. Ten minutes later, I was spewing in the same spot. Something about that sounded unsavory. Not that it stopped me from coming, but, well, you know.