….when you get home from a hard ride and you can hardly think straight and the adrenaline is still pumping and you gotta let the dogs out and you need food and you’re looking at your text messages and about 20 other things are going through your head……
At this exact moment, that’s how I feel. My heart is still thumping. My shoes are still on. The dogs are in the backyard, and unless I look directly at the keyboard, I can’t type a single word right.
I LOVE the feeling of coming home with trashed legs and a sense of accomplishment. It’s like fucking crack to me.
THIS is what it’s all about folks.
P.S. BJ – we need new categories. None apply.by