- 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 142: August 11, 2019 – August 17, 2019
|Sunday||30 min/mile||31:29 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||31:15 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||30:37 min:sec||1 mile|
|Wednesday||Mowed Lawn||1-1/2 hours||Front & Back Yards|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||31:14 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||31:08 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||31:22 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: Fire & Ice (Lost Realm #2) by Kate Aaron.
When the vampire Fenton discovers the hideout of the witches who kidnapped Skye’s brother, the fae prince knows that he has to go with him to confront them. It will mean travelling into the unknown corners of the world, but with Fenton by his side, Skye knows that he’ll be safe.
Ash and his vampire lover Azrael have been safely returned to the Realm, but Ash quickly discovers that fae law forbids their relationship. Changing the law becomes an obsession, but even the king claims that it’s unbreakable.
The two brothers set off on separate journeys, both trying to do what they think is best for the Realm, but what they discover along the way will profoundly change them, and make them doubt everything that they thought they knew.
Old alliances will falter, new enemies will emerge, and they will discover that there is good and bad on both sides. Ash learns that love against the odds isn’t easy, and Skye fears that love alone might never be enough.
My favorite lines this week…
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
The king noticed his reaction and his eyes narrowed. “I have have heard rumours, recently,” he said. “Tell me they’re not true.”
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
Fenton looked down at their clasped hands. Silently he opened Skye’s fingers and raised his palm to his lips, kissing it chastely. A slow pulse beat in Skye’s wrist and Fenton matched his heart to it, happier than he’d ever been in his life.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
Azrael cocked his head at him and smiled. “The voice of one,” he murmured, “crying in the winderness.”
“What does that mean?” Ash looked at him, puzzled.
“It means I’m too old. I’ve grown cynical—you’re still an idealist. And in the past, great things have been accomplished by only one man.”
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
He was familiar with the lotions and pastes for everyday hygiene—he used many of them himself—but what on earth was a toilet tissue? He’d quickly gathered its approximate use from a very flustered sales assistant who’d looked back at him like he was a heathen as she scurried away, but why the bewildering array of options? Did colour matter, or pattern of quilting? What was the difference between the one with the dog on the front and the one with aloe vera?
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
People look at you differently when you’re in a relationship: it’s like you’ve passed some secret test, validated yourself as a person. Everyone understands love and respects it. To have it is to inspire good feeling in others. Without it, Skye found that people eyed him uncertainly; held back from him sometimes.
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
He clutched at the armrests as the plane thundered down the runway, holding his breath as the nose left the ground, feeling his stomach lurch when it took off and started to climb, banking sharply. The woman next to him smiled and offered him a mint. “For your ears,” se explained, reclining calmly into her seat.
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
As much as he longed to set off in pursuit of Alyssia, Skye couldn’t help but regret that soon they’d have to leave their little flat behind. This small, shabby box, with its worn furniture and creaking bed, had felt more like home to him than the palace ever had.