So I’ve been in a gnarly funk over the past two weeks. My drive to ride every day consecutively seemed to diminish as rapidly as the temps dropped. I’ve been having a real hard time getting out of bed early to skate in the cold, and by the time I log off of work, there’s really no energy left to go skate. Bums me out a bit, but what I’ve learned is that I needed a break.
I needed a dose of rest. So that’s what I gave myself. This “mission” isn’t do or die, it’s fun. And I mustered up the energy for 2 quick sessions, and what I have now deemed an “honorable session.”
The rest of the time I spent listening to my body and trying to give it what it was trying to ask for by making me feel exhausted and mentally/emotionally drained all. the. time.
We spent it differently this year due to the pandemic. No bar crawl with a costume contest for Nia and I to crush (our couples costumes have been pretty dope).
Instead we went to my Aunt’s cabin near the Poconos and enjoyed some peace and quiet for a weekend. On Saturday, mid-day. The roads dried up enough after the rain for me to go cruise on my surfskate.
The “honorary” session. My splitboard and bindings came in the mail, so I spent some time in the afternoon assembling them and getting a little hyped for the snow. Good election stress relief.
It warmed up this week, and just after dusk I cruised down the hill on my surfskate. I went to the Florence street hill and carved it up a couple times. Not much, but it felt great to move again. I don’t feel entirely back in the saddle, but have been thinking about this a bit.
I want to prioritize snowboarding and surfing in the winter. I understand that it’s difficult to make these happen every day. On days I can’t, I’ll try my best to squeeze some skating in if it’s warm enough. Otherwise, no sweat.
That’s where I’m at right now.