Blown like Hindenburg.

Chrikee! I got home after CX yesterday and was like some kind of zombie death camp ghost. I really wonder what those A-Class studs feel like later in the day. I felt like all I could do was sit there slack jawed, staring at nothing, like I could not uncross my eyes. As a survivor of a life style that was on par with that of Ozzy Osbourne's (15 years ago) I honestly can say that if I had known that physical exertion could induce these kind of sensations... I'd a probably been one fit dope fiend! What the Hell is Randy putting in my Garden Burgers?