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. I’m officially modifying my original rule of not reading the book-of-the-week off-treadmill. I’m usually going to look at length and try to divide it up somewhat evenly per day, even if that means either closing that book early (if it’s short) or continuing after (if it’s long).

Week 148: September 22, 2019 – September 28, 2019

DAY	PACE	TIME	DISTANCE
Sunday	30 min/mile	31:19 min:sec	1 mile
Monday	30 min/mile	32:02 min:sec	1 mile
Tuesday	30 min/mile	30:52 min:sec	1 mile
Wednesday	30 min/mile	30:18 min:sec	1 mile
Thursday	30 min/mile	30:17 min:sec	1 mile
Friday	30 min/mile	32:31 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: Clueless Cabot by André D. Michaels

Young gay professional Cabot MacCrae has been in love with his sexy best friend, Lloyd, since high school. They’re in perfect sync on almost everything. The only problem is that Lloyd is straight.

Cabot resigned himself long ago to pining hopelessly. Then Lloyd, a roofer, takes a bad fall and injures his collarbone. When he needs some TLC, there’s no question that Cabot will be the one to nurse his friend back to health. But Lloyd’s scantily clad presence in Cabot’s house brings out Cabot’s old longings.

But when Lloyd’s well-meaning mother and aunt fix Cabot up with a blind date, Lloyd reacts like a jealous boyfriend. Lloyd’s reaction makes Cabot wonder if those longings are as unrequited as he’s always assumed. What if Lloyd has been pining for him all these years? Has Cabot just been clueless all along?

My favorite lines this week…

✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿

“Man, that was good. How come nobody’s married you yet?”

Cabot hid the wince. “Nobody deserves this magnificence.” He gestured down at this body—beer belly and all. No six-pack like Lloyd’s.

Lloyd reached across the table and tousled Cabot’s hair. “Dude, you’ll find a guy.”

✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿

“Seriously?” asked Lloyd. “Hawtt with a capital ha?” He threw his good arm over Cabot’s shoulder. “Who are you dating, Buffy the Vampire Slayer?”

“It is kind of stupid, isn’t it?” Cabot bumped his head against Lloyd’s. “But goddamn it, man, nobody’s ever called me hot before. Not even with a lower-case ha.”

✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿

Malcolm affected shock. “My dear, I do not blow anyone. I am an artiste of fellatio.”

Cabot giggled. “I can’t wait to review your mappus ognum. Magnet ophis. Magnus opium. Masterpiece.

“Just you wait, ’Enry ’Iggins.”

✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿

Gingerly, Lloyd lowered himself onto the curb next to Cabot. He bumped his shoulder against Cabot’s. “You’re too good for him, dude. Tried to tell you.”

✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿

Cabot squeezed Lloyd’s shoulder. “You’re a winner in my book, champ.”

Lloyd rapped on the table with his good hand. “This meeting of the Mutual Admiration Society will now come to order.”

✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿

Lloyd giggled nervously. “Dude. The socks. Lose the socks.”

✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿

Ma frowned. “It’s not all pie and cocoa. It’s hard work.”

“Don’t worry, Ma, I’ll ride your ass,” said Lloyd. Immediately his face turned beet red. “Uh…”

Ma didn’t dignify the faux pas with a comment.