- 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 111: January 6, 2019 – January 12, 2019
|Sunday||30 min/mile||30:23 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||30:51 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||31:02 min:sec||1 mile|
|Wednesday||30 min/mile||30:40 min:sec||1 mile|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||30:18 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||30:20 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||30:57 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: Lessons in Desire (Cambridge Fellows Mysteries 2) by Charlie Cochrane
I’m re-reading through the early books in this series because I want to move on to the ones I haven’t read yet, but want a refresher, first. I’ve previously read the first 3 or 4 books although I long ago purchased through book 12, which I believe is all of the full novels, although I’m missing the various short stories (note I’m using the old cover here, since that’s what I’m reading from and I don’t know if the quotes would be any different in the newest editions).
“A sparkling, intelligent series, not to be missed” – The Historical Novel Society
With the recent series of college murders behind him, Cambridge Fellow Jonty Stewart is in desperate need of a break.
A holiday on the beautiful Channel Island of Jersey seems ideal, if only he can persuade Orlando Coppersmith to leave the security of the college and come with him. Orlando is a quiet man who prefers academic life to venturing out into the world. Within the confines of their rooms at the university, it’s easy to hide the fact that he and Jonty are far more than friends.
But the desire to spend more time alone with the man he loves is an impossible lure to resist. When a brutal murder occurs at the hotel where they’re staying, the two young men are once more drawn into the investigation.
The race to catch the killer gets complicated by the victim’s son, Ainslie, a man who seems to find Orlando too attractive to resist.
Can Stewart and Coppersmith keep Ainslie at bay, keep their affair clandestine, and solve the crime?
Lessons in Desire is the second book in the gripping Cambridge Fellows series by Charlie Cochrane. Set in Edwardian England, it explores engrossing mysteries and heartfelt gay romances, all set in the historical walls of Cambridge University.
My favorite lines this week…
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
“Do you still want ‘Jerusalem’ sung at your funeral, Dr. Coppersmith?” Jonty began to gently rub his friend’s back as the poor man clung to the ship’s rail, green to the gills as though desperately trying to fathom out whether he would feel better if he were sick again or not.
“I no longer care, Dr. Stewart, I think I would prefer to die with the minimum of fuss, plus the maximum of expediency. I have enjoyed these last ten months, though I’m greatly afraid I won’t survive the journey.” Orlando finished his speech with dignity, then sped off to the toilet again.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
Orlando peered inside the wrappings. Notwithstanding the glorious smell which emerged from them, he was extremely wary of the contents. “This is what you’ve made such a fuss about?”
“Fish and chips at their very best. Observe the golden batter, take in the wonderful aroma. Add a little salt or vinegar too, should you desire, then just indulge.”
Orlando was quite ready to indulge although he couldn’t work out the procedure. The Bishop’s Cope had been shock enough to his system, but there at least they had plates and cutlery, not food served in newspapers (disreputable ones at that). Here there wasn’t a fork in sight.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
On one occasion when their eyes met, Orlando saw such absolute adoration in his companion’s countenance that his heart fair leapt out of his mouth. Intoxicated, he drew Jonty’s hand to his face, gently brushing it with his lips, not uttering a word. Good wine needs no bush and utter happiness no conversation.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
Orlando grimaced. “The mere thought of unbuttoning my flies in public, irrespective of whether I’m behind a bush and wearing a full bathing costume underneath, is horrifying. How does your plan work for getting us back into our everyday clothes afterwards?”
“Ah, there’s the rub. Might have to utilise those bushes again or some big towels. We take turns on watch and hope the wind doesn’t gust if a lady walks past.” Jonty was pleased to see his lover’s jaw drop as far as his chest. He was getting fewer opportunities these days to shock him; now he relished every one. “It really is quite simple to keep covered if you’re quick about it. Anyway, who would want to look at your great long strip of a body? You’re just like a streak of water out of the tap. More meat on a butcher’s pencil”
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
He watched while Jonty gradually came to, shaking the sleep out of his head and rubbing his eyes like a small boy. This was how he always awoke, and it gave Orlando great joy to observe the little rituals his lover engaged in. He waited for the expected stretch of the arms—it came—the turning on his side—that came too—then the familiar words. “Hello, Orlando. Lovely to see you.” Jonty stretched again. “Been dreaming?”
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
They did bask, like lizards in the sunshine, the water dripping from their costumes giving them a reptilian sheen. It was perfect, until Jonty spoke out of the corner of his mouth. “I know that when someone says, ‘Don’t look,’ the very first thing people do is turn around to try and see what they’re being warned about, but if you could restrain yourself from looking up onto the cliffs, I’d be very much obliged.”
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
Orlando had the grace to colour. “No. No, I’m sorry, Jonty, I know I’m being a real curmudgeon. I do like the Tattersalls, indeed there are several couples who are pleasant. I think I could even like Matthew if he hadn’t tried the whole honey buzzards stunt. But the ‘spinsters of the parish’ I draw the line at.”