- 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 123: March 31, 2019 – April 6, 2019
|Sunday||30 min/mile||30:06 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||33:41 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||30:33 min:sec||1 mile|
|Wednesday||30 min/mile||30:24 min:sec||1 mile|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||30:12 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||30:07 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||36:24 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: Midnight Flit (The Carstairs Affairs – book #2) by Elin Gregory
Miles Siward and Briers Allerdale return for another thrilling Jazz Age adventure.
“Silk stockings on expenses.”
Miles’s aristocratic mother has information of importance to the British Government and he must escort her home from Bucharest immediately, but their plans go violently awry and Miles and Lady Siward find themselves on a train to Belgrade – where Miles’s lover is posted. Since their pursuers are looking for a man and a woman, might two women slip past them unnoticed?
“Is anyone on this train who they say they are?”
Briers doesn’t know whether to kiss Miles or punch him but is delighted to accompany him and his mother on their journey. All he has to do is keep an eye open for their enemies – but who exactly are they; the enormous Russian, the sinister priest, the handsome jazz pianist, or maybe the winsome young movie star? And his mother-in-law might just be the most terrifying of all!
All aboard for the ride of a lifetime, with a cast of characters you’ll never forget!
My favorite lines this week…
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
New experiences were always welcome, and Miles had been looking forward to traveling by air. Briers said he preferred it; he had even once taken a plan to Paris to meet Miles for a weekend of exquisite debauchery. Knowing how much the flights cost, Miles was very glad that His Majesty’s Government had agreed to pick up the bill for this particular journey and, moreover, since he was supposed to be assisting the spouse of a valued servant of the Crown, he would be traveling in style.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
Briers wrenched his mind away from that and focussed on his itinerary on arriving in Bucharest, who best to approach and what kind of pressure to apply. Never mind King and Country—Briers thought of Miles’s smile and the sweetness of his kisses when last they parted and rage roared through him again—this was personal. Someone would pay for it, and soon.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
But Briers had to admit that the mental image of Miles wasp-waisted and flushed, was something to be cherished. Not that it would happen, more’s the pity, because he knew how careful Miles was to keep his times as Millie separate from his trysts with Briers, and Briers loved his little prude far too much to insist. Of more immediate concern was Bassett’s open admiration.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
There he paused to open the window and light his pipe, needing the comfort of the smoke but unwilling to subject Lady Siward to it. Miles claimed to enjoy the scent of pipe smoke, but then Miles claimed to enjoy a lot of things that made Briers happy. Briers had made a list of the wholehearted ones and the one or two that didn’t quite ring true. In this case he thought Mile’s enjoyment was genuine, but mostly—and Briers made no apology for the considerable feeling of smugness that swept over him—because it was Briers’s pipe and choice of tobacco, smoked by Briers and a powerful sensory confirmation that they were together again. Briers had a very similar reaction to Mile’s choice of cologne, whichever it happened to be that day, and to Mile’s soft humming when he was concentrating on something.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
“No,” Briers shook his head. “We need to clear the air and this is probably the only opportunity we’ll have. Miles, I love you like a rat loves Cheddar but I’ve got an inkling that, right at this moment, the feeling isn’t reciprocated. What have I done to upset you?”
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
“High heels are the work of the devil,” he said.
“They make your legs look stunning,” Briers said, “But yeah. I wouldn’t like to have to wear them.”
Miles snickered at the thought of it. “Can you imagine Naylor’s face? Houndstooth tweeds and a lovely little pair of heels in pale peach pigskin.”
“Now you’re being silly,” Briers said. “Peach with tweed? I’d be blackballed from the Army and Navy Club!”
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
“Briers,” Miles looked up at him with a scowl. Have you ever heard the term ‘tact’.”
“Heard it once, not sure what it means.” Briers’s smile was so tender Miles couldn’t sustain his annoyance. “I’m going to run you a bath. You can drink your tea while you’re soaking.”