TREADMILL Week 182 & What I #AmReading – Long Shadow by Elle Keaton

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 182: May 17, 2020 – May 23, 2020

Sunday Mowed Lawn 1-1/2 hours Fitbit > 13k steps & 29 floors
Monday 30 min/mile 30:55 min:sec 1 mile
Tuesday 30 min/mile 48:08 min:sec 1.6 miles
Wednesday 30 min/mile 36:00 min:sec 1.1 miles
Thursday 30 min/mile 30:20 min:sec 1 mile
Friday 30 min/mile 31:05 min:sec 1 mile
Saturday Mowed Lawn 1-1/2 hours Fitbit > 13k steps & 33 floors

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: Long Shadow (Hamarsson & Dempsey 02) by Elle Keaton

Niall’s never known anything but betrayal. All Mat wants is Niall’s heart. What will it take for him to coax Niall in from the cold?

Mat’s connection with Niall is tenuous; one step forward, two steps back. Since that night on the beach Niall’s been avoiding Mat like a bad case of the flu–which, ironically, most of his deputies have come down with. What will it take for Niall to truly believe Mat wants him for who he is?

Mat’s overworked, Niall’s unnerved, and then things really go sideways.

Will a killer destroy everything before Niall realizes they are stronger together than apart?

Long Shadow is a dual POV about a broody introvert and a somewhat patient Sheriff. Mat’s going to have to prove to Niall he’s the man for him. The Hamarsson and Dempsey series follows the same couple as they find their way to their happily ever after.

My favorite lines this week…

✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿

He paused at the guardrail, his hands jammed into the pockets of his jacket for protection from the cold. As he stood at the end of the road, the fog began melting away, slow at first and then faster, until he could see all the way across the water to the mainland crouching in the distance. Niall took a deep breath of the salt-laden air, filling his lungs, then released it. As he stared out at the dark silhouette of land, something unnameable inside himself loosened a bit further, a nearly tangible click into place. Piedras felt right.

✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿

Mat stood next to the glass doors for a few minutes, watching Niall’s car pull out of the parking lot, turn right, and head up the hill toward the Orca Motel, his brake lights reflecting blurry red against the damp pavement. Lifting his hand, Mat touched his mouch where Niall’s lips had brushed against his own. He hadn’t imagined the kiss, as quick as it had been. It had been real and made something a lot like hope bloom in his chest.


Good enough to eat and also all wrong. Niall wasn’t built for street clothes. He was a throwback, a Viking who should have a thick pelt of fox fur hanging off one shoulder and a bearded ax gripped in his hand. A skeggox—Mat had gleaned the name from surreptitious research as a teen, and he may have refreshed his memory more recently.


“I need to think.”

“Personally, I think you need to quit thinking.” Mat allowed himself to push back against Niall.

“Yeah, probably.”


“Do you still blame me for what happened in high school?” Mat asked, a pained edge to his voice.

The question took Niall by surprise. “What are you talking about?”

“I should have done something, something more. I knew my brother, Martin, and some of the other boys were bullying you.”

“They would have pummeled you into the ground,” Niall replied with snort of laughter. “If I recall, you weren’t exactly a giant.”


“Still, nothing. What they did was nothing, Mat. They thought they were tough, but I’d already been through hell. They couldn’t touch me.

✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿

The words Mat heard the clearest were, “I’ll always come back.” they made his heart pound, and he forgot about his aches and pains.

Niall wasn’t looking at Mat while he spoke. Instead he was staring out into the yard, but Mat didn’t think he was seeing anything.


Niall glanced over his shoulder, catching Sharleen’s gaze. She did not want him to stay—she did not want either one of them to be in her house—but Mat was doing his “I’m harmless, the injured sheriff just trying to do his job” impression so well that there was no way for her to object without being very rude.

He turned his attention back to the view. The sun hadn’t quite cleared the tree line yet, so much of the yard was in shadow. Even in the minute he stood looking out the window, the yard and water brightened as sunlight finally made it over the evergreens

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