I am still trying to get all of my draft posts OUT of my Draft folder.

I am failing miserably.  I stil have about 100 drafts.  Of unfinished business.

I wonder if all of my unfinished, half-written – or sometimes not at all written – drafts telling of me in real life? Hmm…

This particular post had no title other than (no title), so I wanted to see what I left in my drafts folder that didn’t even deserve a real TITLE.  Because, really, does it even need to BE THERE? 

Leaving an almost blank, two word (no title) draft is like not naming an adorable kitten. 

And that’s just wrong.  You don’t leave something THAT CUTE nameless.

(Don’t worry. This one got a name.  That’s baby Chloe.  When she fit in the palm of my hand)

Usually, things contained in my draft folder that don’t deserve titles are one liner reminders for an all out writing pow-wow during a moment where I have the time to actually write it out…

HOWEVER.

In my humble, not at all professional opinion, an entire post (well, almost) about nine miles PLUS lightening?

That deserves a damn title.

Since you probablyhave a minute or two to spare, come, take a trip down recent history lane when Tim and I were getting up at 3:30 AM to run. Our regimen training for the Schroon Lake marathon last September required such craziness.  

And right now?  We’re currently barely running at all (compared to nine miles before breakfast), so really, it’s my legs and cardiovascular health that kind of need the boost right now…

Begin post that was forgotten, like the Island of Misfit Toys…(and, again, in my not at all professional opinion, the Island of Misfit Toys should have NEVER been forgotten, hence the comparison…)

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During our 9 mile run this morning, it was lightening…it lightening-inged?…the hell? How do you say “lightening” past tense?

Anyway, it was doing the flashy brighty thinga-ma-doodles in the sky.

This “phenomenon” – bright flashies without thunder, that is – continued until maybe around mile 7. The bright flash that happened THAT time was followed by a massive thunder boomer (this is what Tim calls them. Boomers. I think it came from childhood somewhere…yes! His younger brother used to call them boomers, I think…I could be misremembering…but he’ll correct me, I’m sure).

Anyhow, that boomer shook the ground and rattled my bones and was enough of a motivator for me to really pick up my pace, much to Tim’s chagrin.

When we were (finally) on our street, with about 100 yards left to run, he was all, “What in the bloody hell did you eat this morning?” (because I truly was running much, much faster than my normal sluggish pace).

I was puffing out the words one at a time all, “Adrenaline. I. ate. adrenaline. I. am. afraid. (puff puff puff) of. the. lightening!”

That pretty much ended that conversation. And the run, because by the time I got all of that out, we were at our driveway.

Funny enough, it never rained. On us, anyway. It rained everywhere else, I think. I’m pretty sure…actually I have no idea.  I was inside a building without access to a window the rest of the day.

I am massively scatter-brained today, which doesn’t do anyone any good.

If you’d like a THIS IS MY LIFE RIGHT. THIS. SECOND. (editor’s note: right this second about six months ago)….I’m waiting for Tim to get home from work and pick me up so we can go and get dinner from this barbecue (BBQ…whatever floats your oinker) place called Jim n Nicks…I’m getting a salad. With chicken.

Super original (twirly fingers)

Then….we’ll definitely be back home to let the dogs out and then kick our feet up to watch a few previous episodes of Weeds. We just (well, Tim) discovered it. We’re up to Season 4….

You know, we did this with Grey’s Anatomy, too. We just started watching that a few months ago…

The best part? No waiting. No overly dramatic cliff hangers for us.

Just pop in another DVD or start another season.

It’s brilliant.