yesterday I had a fucking shit day to the point where I didn't even feel like skating (or eating, or really nothing). friend called me out of the blue around 9pm saying he was going to the park for half an hour before it would get dark; for the lack of anything better to do and in need of fresh air I figured I'd change my mind, kick myself in the ass and go. I wasn't expecting much out of the session, feeling tired and unmotivated but actually, as soon as I got there I started skating lines like a motherfucker. I guess I really needed some kind of outlet or release that day; we all know skateboarding does wonders in those regards, but now I was on some kung-fu shit, I didn't even know my legs still had that energy. I just kept doing trick after trick for 20 minutes, barely missed anything, stringing together 7 trick lines all over the park and jumping back on my board to keep going as soon as I'd actually bail something. my sessions normally last anywhere from 2 or 3 to 10 hours on good days and I'm always told I have the most endurance, but there after less than half an hour I had done all my tricks, some new ones and I was fried. like I invested a whole afternoon worth of energy into half an hour, to the point where I started feeling dizzy so I just left with my friends who had already been at it for a while by themselves and we got food and chilled.
TLDR - the skateboarding equivalent of a quickie where I surprised myself with energy I didn't even expect to have half of in me