- 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 115: February 3, 2019 – February 9, 2019
|Sunday||30 min/mile||30:33 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||30:22 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||30:22 min:sec||1 mile|
|Wednesday||30 min/mile||30:04 min:sec||1 mile|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||31:20 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||54:47 min:sec||1.8 miles|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||42:56 min:sec||1.4 miles|
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.
I was in the mood for a “childhood friends” trope story to read and got a long list of recs on the M/M Book Rec FB group. This was on the list and as a bonus, features older (60 year old) MCs.
What I #amreading: Why You See a Chance by Alexa Milne
As children growing up in South Wales, Sion, Phil and Helen were known as the Three Musketeers, always together and never apart – but time moves on. Sion left to lecture in history at Yale. Phil married Helen because it seemed the obvious thing to do, and they settled down to life in Manchester.
Now all three are approaching sixty. After the death of his partner, and wanting to solve a family mystery, Sion returns to his childhood home to start again. When Helen announces she wants a divorce, Phil also returns home, to a new teaching job, and to renovate the ruin of a house he and Sion once dreamed of living in.
Neither man knows the other is back. Neither man knows how the other feels. With so much unsaid, and so many years apart, can Sion and Phil finally face the truth and take a chance on finding happiness together?
My favorite lines this week…
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿ (This is the book’s opening line.)
Friend of Dorothy he might be, but as he surveyed the boxes strewn around his new living room, Sion Goff wasn’t at all sure there really was no place like home.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
He poured more wine. He’d struggled to breathe when Sion had appeared out of nowhere in the car park, but that had been shock. They’d never had any physical contact which could be interpreted as anything more than friendship. No comparing willies, or experimental hand-jobs under sleeping bags when they’d camped out. Sometimes, he wondered if he’d imagined it all. He put the card back in his wallet, picked up the glass and swallowed the last of the Chardonnay. The clock ticked past ten thirty and he yawned again. Finally, he hauled himself from the sofa and trudged to his bedroom. Perhaps in the morning he’d have a better idea of what to do.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
“I can’t wait. Believe me it’s better than arguing over the placing of commas with my long-suffering editor. I’ll see you then.” He put the car into first, grinned to himself that this time he’d managed not to crunch the gears, and headed down the narrow road to town.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
“I’ll have you know I’m very well behaved in bed,” Sion said, smiling up at him, his eyes full of mischief. He winked at Marco. “Unless I’m asked not to be; then I can be very bad.”
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
“Oh yes,” Sion said. “But I’ve been busy too. I’ve even wrapped everything that’s arrived. I’m just waiting on a present for Annie. I bought her this awful Christmas jumper. It’s so terrible, it’s great. You know the sort of thing.
Phil turned around, undid his coat, and glanced down at his jumper with its reindeer design.
Sion covered his mouth but his shoulders shook. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
“Are you all right?” Sion asked. “You seem a little shell-shocked.”
“I’m fine, I think.” Phil leaned over, planted a kiss on Sion’s mouth then pulled away. “Sorry, I’ve probably got morning breath.”
“You’ve definitely morning something,” Sion replied. “So much for being sixty and past it.”
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
As usual, Helen missed nothing. “Something’s going on, isn’t it? Don’t ever play poker, Phil. You show everything in your face.”