TREADMILL Week 169 & What I #AmReading – He Said, He Said by Jamie Craig

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 169: February 16, 2020 – February 22, 2020

Sunday 30 min/mile 30:16 min:sec 1 mile
Monday 30 min/mile 30:04 min:sec 1 mile
Tuesday 30 min/mile 30:20 min:sec 1 mile
Wednesday 30 min/mile 30:27 min:sec 1 mile
Thursday 30 min/mile 30:16 min:sec 1 mile
Friday 30 min/mile 30:27 min:sec 1 mile
Saturday 30 min/mile 31:03 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: He Said, He Said by Jamie Craig

He said …

So what if I thought he was gorgeous? He was also kind of a jerk. But then our kids decided to be best buddies, and I kept having to see the guy, and … well, keeping him strictly as fantasy material who never opened his mouth got a little harder after that.

He said …

I don’t have time for a personal life. I’ve got a son whose medical history requires my full attention and a company I need to keep afloat in this awful economy. Making friends just isn’t a priority. At least until the choice got taken away from me.

They said …

On the surface, the only thing single dads Peter Irving and Aaron Hardison have in common are their eight-year-old loner sons. But both men soon learn that appearances can be deceiving …

My favorite lines this week…

✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿ Aaron’s POV

I didn’t know this guy at all. I didn’t even know what he did for a living. All I knew was that Sammy liked his kid, that he kept on talking whether someone was listening or not, and that he had these long, well-manicured, almost graceful hands he moved around a lot when he talked.

Yes, I realize what that sounds like, I might have a small fetish about hands.

✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿ Aaron’s POV

Had I really just invited him over? I didn’t do that. The only people who came to the house were the cleaner who showed up every other Thursday to dust and do the bathrooms, and the occasional Jehovah’s Witness who made the mistake of picking my door to knock on.

✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿ Aaron’s POV

Having time and freedom to watch Peter didn’t actually help. His animation as he talked about a subject that clearly meant the world to him made his eyes sparkle, and sometimes, when he’d lean closer to Sam, I’d catch a dimple dancing in his cheek. He was remarkably patient with all of Sam’s questions, too, never losing his temper when Sam would end up repeating himself or getting pedantic about one of Peter’s answers.

✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿ Aaron’s POV

I checked out my appearance in the mirror before walking out myself. My cheeks were red, my eyes bright, and my shirt was wrinkled where Peter had shoved it up and out of the way. My hair stuck up at odd angles in the back, too. I looked well and truly fucked.

There was something else, too. It took me a second to put my finger on it.

I looked happy.


✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿ Peter’s POV

Every instinct I possessed urged me to put my arm around him and pull him close, let him lean on my literally as well as figuratively. And maybe I would have if we were just friends, and if I hadn’t made a promise, but we weren’t, and I had. Sam wasn’t even paying attention to us, but I couldn’t risk it.

✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿ Peter’s POV

The belief at the core of this argument was that violence was never the answer. We were supposed to use our words to solve problems, not our fists or our feet. Christina and I had both been bullied in school to varying degrees, and I knew this was something she actually believed in quite strongly, and I supported her. But in that moment, I itched to slap them both across the face, like Clark Gable slapped hysterical women in old movies.

✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿ Peter’s POV (But Aaron speaking)

“You’ve had me since you fed me ice cream before dinner.”

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