- 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 144: August 25, 2019 – August 31, 2019
|Sunday||30 min/mile||30:07 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||32:13 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||30 min/mile||30:05 min:sec||1 mile|
|Wednesday||30 min/mile||30:41 min:sec||1 mile|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||30:05 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||30:18 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||Mowed Yard||1-1/2 hours||Front & Back|
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: A Symposium in Space by K.S. Trenten
Phaedra and her lover, Pausania are invited to a dinner party. Only this won’t be like any party Phaedra has ever been to. Nor does Pausania want her to go. But Phaedra is determined, even if she has to find her own way to this symposium in space.
A fateful encounter with the spaceship of her dreams and the wandering philosopher, Sokrat, lead Phaedra to a unique gathering of individuals where thoughts of love are offered up…and consumed.
My favorite lines this week…
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
Men had started a terrible war, decimating a huge portion of the population. In the end, Ancient Earth had survived. Humanity, to use another archaic word, had survived.
Most of those survivors had been colonists who were already creating revolutionary cultures, dependent on the terrain of their individual planets.
Those colonists never forgot Ancient Earth or the lessons they’d learned from her suffering. Men became less and less a part of the new worlds rising in power and prosperity.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
“I give your girl the ship, you depart immediately, Agreed?” An almost pleading tone entered Gytelem’s voice.
“Agreed.” Sokrat dipped her head before muttering to me out of the corner of her mouth. “Neither of us wants to linger around here, do we?”
“True,” I muttered back. “I’m not sure when I became your girl.”
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
“I’m a little busy right now.” I yanked at the lever, making the Timea swerve. “I don’t know why Alkibiadea is firing on us. You said she loved you.
“I thought so, but now I wonder. Does she love me or is she simply obsessed with me? It almost makes me want to ask her.” Sokrat glanced over her shoulder. “I think asking might be a bit dangerous, don’t you?”
“Oh, just a bit,” I muttered, tilting the ship to the side out of the path of another beam. “I don’t understand why you’re not terrified.”
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
If I’d had a little more time, perhaps I would have found a less blunt way to say these things. If I’d sat within the Timea’s cockpit alone, breathing her in, perhaps I would have found wiser words.
“Meaning it is easier to love others once you love yourself.” Sokrat shattered the vibrating tension between us with her own gentle words.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
Now this was a prime example of matronizing behavior. Pausania had yet to ooze such smug superiority. Considering what Eryximachia had revealed about herself and Pausania, perhaps I could blame much of my lover’s arrogant behavior upon her mentor.
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
“Once upon a time, every person had two heads, four arms, and four legs.” Aristophania hands behind her back in the fashion of a schoolgirl. “This meant everyone walked around in an awkward fashion, having so mnay contradictory limbs.”
Aristophania paused to look at each of us. There was a sweetness to her weathered apple face which Eryximachia completely lacked. Perhaps it came from a lifetime of trying to make others laugh.
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
“You give us all hope, Sokrat.” Agathea broke the silence, color suffusing her pale cheeks. She allowed her lips to part into a smile. “Such hope is so precious, I can only offer you—”
She didn’t finish her sentence.
The swan chandelier swayed, dropping a single crystal feather.
“Look out!” I threw myself backward, getting out of the way only just in time.