- 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 118: February 24, 2019 – March 2, 2019
|Sunday||30 min/mile||31:33 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||31:55 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||30:41 min:sec||1 mile|
|Wednesday||30 min/mile||30:29 min:sec||1 mile|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||30:26 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||30:24 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||30:45 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: Hangover from Hell (Hangover book 1) by Zakarrie Clarke
A Hangover from Hell is exactly what greets rock star Callum Carter upon being rudely awoken by his partner, artist Daniel Flynn on the last morning of their ‘On the Road’ trip along Route 66.
They have been together for five years, after meeting when the infamous ‘enfant terrible’ was commissioned to paint Callum’s portrait.
Theirs is a story of lust, laughter and all-consuming love, although this remains a closely kept secret; until the morning they wake up in Las Vegas. Married.
Dan has no memory of this miracle taking place–only one thing seems certain–he has somehow managed to pull off a masterpiece on the mischief front, and inveigled Cal down the aisle…
My favorite lines this week…
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
Publicly, Cal had nailed them into the closet with such fearsome finesse, Dan was sure he must have snaffled his hammer wielding flair from Thor. It was a helluva lot like living with his very own thunder god; a golden-skinned, tumble-haired hand grenade, poised ever on the brink of detonation.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
“I’m pretty sure he’s my only fanboy,” Dan admitted. Oh, how he longed to tug upon a single corkscrew curl and watch it boing back into place. “I never get rained on by a shower of boxers when I pop to Waitrose. T’is tragic.”
“I think you probably just need to get out more,” Cal advised, clearly suppressing a grin, despite a manful attempt to appear sagacious. “T’be honest, I really don’t recommend the whole plucking pants off your shoulders lark, they are rarely…fresh.”
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
It was impossible to tell if Daniel was thinking aloud, talking to himself, or Cal. Was there actually a great deal of difference? Dan appeared to entirely lack a filtering process, he didn’t seem to think twice about saying whatever fluttered through his head. Even on prime-time television.
Callum rarely spoke a word without first weighting its worth in his mind. He’d always been the same; unwilling, or unable to unleash words upon the world that might reveal more than he wished, whereas Dan’s tumbled from his lips like warm rain.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
Callum felt rather as he imagined an unravelling vegetarian might feel when confronted by a hot dog.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
“Who are you and what have you done with Callum lock-up-your-daughters Carter?” Dan snickered as his eyes boggled, askance.
“Oh, fuck off. Drink your bloody tea and then get your arse in the bath,” Cal snorted.
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
“This song sounds more…honest somehow. You tend to paint landscapes telling tales of salty shenanigans…and some of the faster songs sound akin to abstract shrieks of rage. This one, feels intensely…personal, t’is a portrait, if you’ll forgive the metaphorical malarkey.”
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
“Even…?” Dan wasn’t quite sure what he didn’t want to ask most of all. Even whilst knowing what was to come? Not knowing what was to come? Nor just how bad it would get?
“Even,” Cal confirmed. One word, aflame with certainty. A world of unsaid words shimmered in the silence. Went unspoken. Dan wondered if his heart would burst. Or seize up entirely. Even. Four letters. Infinity contained within them.
“What’s your favorite four-letter word, Cal?” he asked, apparently apropos of nothing.