We all love it, regardless of sport… when we get a little Stoked.
I really first learned about “being Stoked” when I took up surfing. After sessions where I would get pummeled by waves, held up just a little too long and wipe out more than necessary… it would come. No rhyme or reason. A clear day, perfect waves that were easy to catch and I would ride each one like I owned the ocean. I was Stoked.
I’ve started to occasionally feel it on the mountain bike now, too. The bike and I are like one, it’s easy to clear past previously difficult sections or I float to the top of a hill with minimal effort.
A few weeks ago, I felt it again. I was confident going down a long descent… later that day, Strava told me that I had chopped 15 minutes off my previous 45 minute decent. Sweeeeet!
But since then, I haven’t felt it. I guess that’s why I’m always running after it. And yesterday’s ride was a severe departure from anything fun. After 2 hours of cranky, painful, uncomfortable riding – I called it quits and headed home.
Today, I’ll gear up and head out to ride with the ladies – hopeful for the best. Because you can’t let the bad days get you down… and you have to chase after that next excellent day in the saddle!