This is your brain on endorphins, or after bobbing for french fries. If you think some of my LinkedIn posts or blogs are a bit uh, non-mainstream, you should see what I come up with after a ten mile bike ride. I’ve made more sense after two hits of acid and a laxative.

Those deceptive little bastards manage to talk me into thinking I’m a genius, a master of the corporate universe and twenty pounds under weight. Oh yeah, and Ernest Hemingway.

What’s going on up there in nogginville? The stuff I’ve written before my sweat has dried and my heart rate has returned to normal is both horrifying and confusing. “Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time” only works in Three Stooges movies.

We all know it’s not right to feel that good about your self and probably not even legal. Why do you think it’s called dope-amine? Don’t listen to that stuff. It will lead you astray every time.

That’s why we’ve created the “Crash My Laptop Program” especially for you folks who become delusional and deranged after a grueling workout, This amazing program will not let you boot up or log in if it detects sweat on your finger tips or if your heart rate is above 70bpm, preventing you from becoming a laughingstock to your on-line community.

Endorphins once and for all. The mind is a terrible thing. The next time you feel that tremendous surge of enlightenment and passion after a workout, lay down and wait til it passes.