TREADMILL Week 119 & What I #AmReading – Lessons in Discovery by Charlie Cochrane

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 119: March 3, 3019 – March 9, 2019

Sunday 30 min/mile 30:35 min:sec 1 mile
Monday 30 min/mile 30:21 min:sec 1 mile
Tuesday 30 min/mile 30:36 min:sec 1 mile
Wednesday 30 min/mile 30:03 min:sec 1 mile
Thursday 30 min/mile 31:07 min:sec 1 mile
Friday 30 min/mile 30:26 min:sec 1 mile
Saturday 30 min/mile 30:17 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 Discovery (Cambridge Fellows Mysteries – book 3) by Charlie Cochrane

Note: I’m using the cover for the edition I’m reading, which is not the current cover/edition. Selected snips-o-the-day may or may not differ in the currently sold edition.

On the very day Jonty Stewart proposes that he and Orlando Coppersmith move in together, Fate trips them up. Rather, it trips Orlando, sending him down a flight of stairs and leaving him with an injury that erases his memory. Instead of taking the next step in their relationship, they’re back to square one. It’s bad enough that Orlando doesn’t remember being intimate with Jonty—he doesn’t remember Jonty at all.

Back inside the introverted, sexually innocent shell he inhabited before he met Jonty, Orlando is faced with two puzzles. Not only does he need to recover the lost pieces of his past, he’s also been tasked by the Master to solve a four-hundred-year-old murder before the end of term. The college’s reputation is riding on it.

Crushed that his lover doesn’t remember him, Jonty puts aside his grief to help decode old documents for clues to the murder. But a greater mystery remains—one involving the human heart.

To solve it, Orlando must hear the truth about himself—even if it means he may not fall in love with Jonty the second time around.

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My favorite lines this week…

✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿

Nurse Cecily Hatfield steamed up the stairs like a great ocean liner, cleaving a path through the knot of ghoulish students who’d formed to observe the scene and who’d ignored Jonty’s instructions to “bugger off”. They didn’t dare ignore the nurse’s rather more politely worded invitation to do the same.

✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿

Which brought him immediately to the second point for consideration—Dr. Stewart. Orlando wondered whether it was normal, when regarding a friend, to be quite so obsessed about him as he seemed to be. He’d eagerly awaited the man’s visits to sick bay and in between had thought of him often. Almost all the time, if he was being honest. Jonty was a great mystery, garrulous about so many things, yet there seemed to be whole areas upon which he seemed reluctant to expound. Irrespective of this, he was a constant source of joy and entertainment, the like of which Orlando couldn’t at any point remember in his “old life”.


Of all the words Jonty had expected to hear from his friend’s lips, these seemed the most incongruous. Never darken my doorstep again would have been more like it, but there was no logic here at all. He weighed the ring in his hand but couldn’t bear to put it back on yet. “I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again.”


“Bit of frolicking is just what the doctor ordered, or if he didn’t, he should have done. Can’t think of any better way to improve my mental state.” He stopped, full of suspicion. “Have you been here all the time?”


“You look smug.” Orlando was genuinely pleased to see Jonty give the impression of being so much more like his old self. His pre-flu self, to be accurate—he still didn’t know what the Jonty of the previous year had been like. “In fact, I’d use the words unbearably smug. Would you like to reveal what cream you’ve got for yourself, little cat?”

✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿

“I just feel uncomfortable that I don’t pick up the tab as often as I should if we are equal.”

“Sad fact is that we’re not equal and never have been, even in terms of intellect, where you outstrip me by miles. We were born socially disparate. We were brought up as differently as chalk and cheese. There’s bags of money and other assets my grandmother put in my direction, none of which are due to my particular merits.”


The dawn seemed to break reluctantly, the rosy color of the sky spreading unhurriedly from the horizon and developing into a glorious golden hue. The snow had stopped, now lying thick as five of Mrs. Stewart’s best eiderdowns over the fields and woods, the trees bending and straining under the weight.

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