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 look at length and divide it up somewhat evenly per day even if that means closing that book early (if it’s a shorter book) or continuing off-treadmill (if it’s long). I also keep an eye on my Fitbit goals, so I might stay on extra long, even after finishing the reading segment of the day, if I’m pushing for a particular goal.
Week 191: July 19, 2020 – July 25, 2020
| DAY | PACE | TIME | DISTANCE |
| Sunday | 30 min/mile | 34:40 min:sec | 1.1 miles |
| Monday | 30 min/mile | 30:18 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Tuesday | 30 min/mile | 31:59 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Wednesday | 30 min/mile | 38:40 min:sec | 1.2 miles |
| Thursday | 30 min/mile | 32:04 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Friday | 30 min/mile | 30:37 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Saturday | 30 min/mile | 30:30 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: Boyfriend with Benefits by Allison Temple
When Bailey’s new boss turns out to be his childhood bully, a.k.a. Jake the Jerk, it’s time to call in backup for the upcoming corporate retreat in Vegas. Too bad Bailey works too much to date. His best option is to ask his very straight roommate to play the part of temporary boyfriend, even if Gordo is better with pythons than he is with people.
Except Bailey and Gordo haven’t even checked into the hotel and Jake the Jerk is already everywhere. The pressure is on for Bailey to prove he deserves to climb the corporate ladder, but it’s hard to talk shop as Gordo goes from backup to an increasingly attractive distraction.
Bailey’s trying to keep his cool, schmooze the executives and stick to the plan, even though Gordo’s not playing by any of the rules. They’ve always been just friends, but maybe it’s time to be boyfriends…with full benefits.
Boyfriend with Benefits is a 37k contemporary MM romance novella. It features fake boyfriends who might not be so fake, a hotel room with only one bed, and a James Bond moment in a tiny blue bathing suit. HEA guaranteed.
My favorite lines this week…
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
“Are we watching another one?” he asks as he crosses in front of the TV with Bernard riding his shoulder. The screen has that obnoxious Are you still there? message on it. Fuck you, Netflix. Don’t judge my life choices.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
Of course, I leave my stuff by the door. I text Gordo in a panic and ask him to bring it all with him. His reply is a complicated series of emojis that might be confirmation that he’ll do it but might also be a question as to whether or not I think he’ll get held up at customs if he brings a live (or possibly stuffed? It’s unclear.) iguana in his carry-on luggage. Gordo’s never been much of a talker, but sometimes I wish he’d use a few more words.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
I can’t be crushing on Gordo. That wasn’t part of the deal. And what would we do when we go home? Not like I can moon about the condo quietly pining and drawing Bailey + Gordo = LUV in steam on the bathroom mirror. Gordo’s pretty unphased by the world around him, but even he’d be bound to notice one of these days.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
He’s taken his jacket off, and when I come to stand next to him, his shirt sleeves are pushed up and he’s got his bare forearms crossed over his chest. Ugh. Good forearms are my true weakness. I don’t know why I never noticed his before since Gordo never met a T-shirt he didn’t like. He’s been flaunting his freckly fuzzy forearms around our condo on a daily basis and I was oblivious to their charms.
“Sorry,” I say, stuffing my hands into the robe’s oversized sleeves. “I get grouchy when there’s vomit between my toes.”
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
Except then a thought occurs to me. “Shit, we don’t have any lube.” When I packed, it wasn’t the sort of thing I expected to need on this trip.
If only past me could see us now.
Gordo says, “I have lube. And condoms.”
I stare up at him with all the wonder of a child on Christmas morning. “You do?”
He reaches down to the pants that are hanging by his knee and fiddles until he finds the pocket. He pulls out a couple small packs of lube and some condoms.
Amazing. “You planned ahead? Something about the idea that Gordo has been planning to seduce me since before we left makes this all that much more exciting.
“Called down to the front desk while you were in the shower.”
Well, that works too.
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
“Is this heaven?” I say as I pull apart a flaky chocolate croissant.
“It’s Vegas,” Gordo says as he kisses my bare shoulder.
“Would you come here again?”
He’s lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, and the morning light on his skin as he glances out the window is pretty much art. He says, “If you wanted to.”
Sounds like a no to me. I can live with that.
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
I order room service. The pulled pork sandwich is divine. The root vegetable fries need to stop being a trend. Sweet potato or death. Parsnip has no business being here.
SIDE NOTE: it was so difficult narrowing down the snippet of the day. I had so many highlights most days, so this is just a tiny sample of the many fabulous lines in this book!