- 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 116: February 10, 2019 – February 16, 2019
|Sunday||30 min/mile||30:07 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||31:31 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||35:34 min:sec||1.1 miles|
|Wednesday||30 min/mile||30:25 min:sec||1 mile|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||30:21 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||30:30 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||30:19 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: Not Dead Yet by Jenn Burke
Side note: since it’s over 100k (and I had a hard time putting it down at some points), I relaxed my no reading off treadmill rule for this one.
Dying isn’t what it used to be.
Wes Cooper was dead. Then he wasn’t—though he’s not exactly alive, either. As an immortal not-ghost, he can transition between this world and the otherplane, which makes him the perfect thief for hire. For seventy years he’s made a “living” returning items to their rightful owners, seeing his fair share of the bizarre in the process. But he’s never witnessed murder. Until now.
His latest mission brings him more than he bargained for: a very-dead actor who is definitely going to stay that way. It’s just Wes’s luck that his ex-boyfriend, Detective Hudson Rojas, is assigned to the case. Hudson broke Wes’s heart years ago—and could again, given he’s rocking a hot silver-fox look that shouldn’t be legal.
As they work together to track down the murderer before anyone else gets hurt, it becomes clear Wes and Hudson have unfinished business. And when a secret Hudson’s been keeping threatens more than just their happiness, it might mean the end of their not-life together—permanently.
My favorite lines this week…
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
I stared at my phone for a moment. Then I carefully put it down on the coffee table, scrambled to my feet and darted into the bedroom to raid my closet. If I was gonna see my ex-boyfriend, it was not happening in sweats and a ratty Edmonton Oilers T-shirt I’d owned since before we broke up.
I was going to be shiny and sparkly, damn it. An ornament of look what the fuck you missed.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
He rose, tucking his notepad away with a grace I’d forgotten he had. His motions were brisk, efficient, and deliberate, as though he were buttoning up more than his jacket. Did he wear his suit like armor, the same way I wore my club clothes?
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
I tuned him out and looked around. There wasn’t anything truly interesting about the living room. It wasn’t light and airy as Meredith’s, but t he furniture and art definitely had the same “Look, Ma, I got money!” sense as her house had, only richer, darker, with leather and rough-grained wood. More man cave and less airy beach house. I wondered if Dave had six unused bedrooms too.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
Glancing at me, Hudson warned, “Don’t say it.”
“I’m serious, Wes. Don’t.”
“—told you so.”
He growled. I grinned.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
It was almost midnight by the time Hudson pulled up to my car in the hospital parking lot. I didn’t make any move to get out, oddly unwilling to let our night end. “So it turns out I like hanging with you better when there aren’t any murder victims involved.”
Hudson chuckled. “They kind of deaden the fun.”
I stared at him. “That was horrendous.”
“Dead-on terrible, huh?”
“Stop. Dear god.”
“I’m glad our outing wasn’t a total dead end. The investigation isn’t quite dead in the water anymore.”
“I will pay you to stop.”
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
“They’re self-important, greedy asshole sons of bitches.”
I blinked. “Okay.”
Lexi laughed. “Sorry. They’re like the Republicans of the magic world. The ends justify the means and all that.” She slammed the lid shut and faced me. “I don’t like them.”
“I never would have guessed.”
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
He eyed my foot. “I’m not sucking your blood through your dirty sock.”
“Then pull it off.”
“With your teeth.”
“Really, Wes? Really?”