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 175: March 29, 2020 – April 4, 2020
| DAY | PACE | TIME | DISTANCE |
| Sunday | 30 min/mile | 30:06 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Monday | 30 min/mile | 30:11 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Tuesday | 30 min/mile | 30:16 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Wednesday | 30 min/mile | 39:56 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Thursday | 30 min/mile | 30:02 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Friday | 30 min/mile | 30:07 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Saturday | 30 min/mile | 31:11 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: Audible by Sam Couste
After transferring colleges before his junior year, Marcus is definitely ready to put his past behind him. He’s just not so sure about the whole “moving on” part. His fears about the future increase as his past issues start creeping back into his present.
When the school’s star wide receiver takes an interest in him, Marcus attempts valiantly to snuff out his own happiness, but Sebastian’s never been one to back down from a challenge, for better or worse.
Tempers run high as the two struggle to own up to their emotional baggage. Will Marcus and Sebastian be doomed to repeat old patterns, or can they move forward together?
My favorite lines this week…
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
Marcus grins back, shifting his messenger bag so that his own bi pride pins are visible. “Sames. The pay’s shitty, but the perks aren’t bad.” He wriggles his eyebrows suggestively, relaxing as blair laughs and starts walking again.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
Marcus’ chest is tightening as he sinks to the floor, shivering and soaked in sweat. He’s dying, he knows this for certain, the fucking breathing exercises don’t work when you can’t breathe, and he’s positive that his heart is about to explode out of his chest and he can’t—he can’t—
He just can’t.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
There’s no way around it; this apartment is shit. He misses his room at home. Shit, he even misses his clinically pristine dorm in Boston. At least his dorm room smelled like Pete’s dirty socks. Here, the source of the stink is a constant unknown.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
Sebastian: gonna be at the game tonight?
Marcus stares down at the text from Sebastian, shaking his head and smirking as he replies.
Marcus: no. im gonna drum and march around the apt courtyard.
Sebastian: lol u little shit. stop by the locker room before u get into ur nerd suit and wish me luck?
Marcus: like your uniform is less nerdy? you parade around in tights and a shiny hat.
Sebastian: u know you like my tights dont lie 😉
Marcus frowns down at his phone. He hates that it’s been weeks and he still can’t tell if Sebastian is flirting with him for real or not. Not that it matters, of course. For reasons unknown to Marcus, Sebastian considers him a friend, and Marcus has few enough of those these days. He’d rather not take a chance and risk scaring Sebastian off for good with an ill-timed date request.
Marcus: nah. not a fan. if its not assless chaps it might as well be sweatpants.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
Sebastian arches an eyebrow. “What must get old?
“You know…” Marcus shoves his hands in his pockets, avoiding Sebastian’s stare. “People hitting on you. Guys. Especially if you’re not…you know…are you…”
“Fuck’s sake, man.” Sebastian is snickering now, and Marcus can feel his face flush with embarrassment. “Are you trying to ask me if I’m gay? Because I am quite obviously hella fucking gay.”
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
Eventually, Sebastian clears his throat and punches Marcus lightly on the shoulder. “Well? You wanna sit somewhere, or do you wanna walk? Or would you rather just stand here like a couple of assholes?”
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
Marcus looks around the bathroom and scowls. No windows. Not even a skylight. What sort of shitty motel doesn’t have an escape route in their bathrooms? How are people supposed to flee their poor choices in the morning? Especially when said poor choices are lying shirtless on the bed and hogging up all the pillows?