- 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 137: July 7, 2019 – July 13, 2019
|Sunday||30 min/mile||30:37 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||30:22 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||30:20 min:sec||1 mile|
|Wednesday||Mowed||1-1/2 hrs||Front & Back|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||30:12 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||31:06 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||30:07 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: All Boy by Mia Kerick
This is a first. I scored an ARC for my treadmill read this week! The blog tour starts next week (check out my post coming out on Monday). The book came out June 25th, so it’s available now!
I didn’t actually request an ARC, since I don’t do reviews, but the blog tour organizer accidentally sent me one. I assured her I’m not comfortable writing actual reviews, but since the blurb did look very appealing to me, I said I could feature it on my weekly treadmill post if that was acceptable. It was. So here we are!
(Side note: it was kind of difficult holding off reading it before I could buy it so the timing of the treadmill post would work out to be adjacent to the tour post.)
Seventeen-year-old Callie Canter knows all about screwing up—and being screwed over. After her so-called boyfriend publicly humiliated her senior year, taking a fifth year of high school at Beaufort Hills Academy is her second chance to leave behind a painful past. But her need for social acceptance follows, and going along with the in-crowd is the difference between survival and becoming a target. Staying off the radar is top priority. So, falling for an outsider is the last thing on Callie’s “to-do” list. Too bad her heart didn’t get the memo.
With his strict, religious upbringing and former identity far away in Florida, Jayden Morrissey can finally be true to himself at Beaufort Hills Academy. But life as a trans man means keeping secrets, and keeping secrets means not getting too close to anyone. If he can just get through his fifth year unnoticed, maybe a future living as the person he was born to be is possible. Yet love is love, and when you fall hard enough, intentions crumble, plans detour, and secrets are revealed.
From multi-award-winning author Mia Kerick, comes a powerful, timely, and life-changing novel, which follows two teenagers nursing broken hearts and seeking acceptance, and who together realize running away isn’t always the answer.
My favorite lines this week…
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
Nonetheless, I reply, “Sure, why not?” as if I’m doing him a favor. When he winces, I smirk. I know how to play the game, until it’s not a game anymore.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
I refuse to open my eyes but nod. I’m tempted to roll up into a humiliated, plus-sized fetal ball on the sidewalk, because I’ve started to get the picture that I’m overreacting in a frigging enormous way, and I truly have nothing to fear.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
“You should call Mandy more. She misses you.
“Who can blame her? Living in our house, the poor kid might as well be negotiating the Crusades alone, and without a sword. “Mom, we text each other like every other day.”
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
“Callie…” I remind myself that the girl on my bed is bombed and bombed people are likely to say absolutely anything. Therefore, I shouldn’t get too excited that she just confessed she finds me attractive. Or cute.
“Look… Look at my arms… I got goosebumps all over my arms when you said my name.” She sticks her forearm in front of my nose. “Shit… they’re gone. Say my name again, and we can see if the bumps come back.”
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
When I look into his eyes and see hurt there, I feel bad. he really likes me, and I’ve led him on, to some extent. He’s actually holding his breath as he waits for my answer. I need to take some responsibility for his pain, as I remember what it felt like for people who I thought cared about me to enjoy my pain. And so, I offer an excuse. “It’s just I had a really bad break up with my high school boyfriend.” The truth. “And I… uh… I’m not ready for another boyfriend yet.” A bold-faced lie.
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
I don’t wait for his permission. I turn and walk in the direction of Median House. It’s tough to resist the urge to run when I hear him yell, “Know what? You’re nothing but a bitch!”
He doesn’t follow me, which is the best thing that has happened all night.
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
“Why did he do it?” I’m talking to myself again, which isn’t surprising, seeing as I have no one else to talk to. But I’ve asked a question I don’t know how to answer.