angry skate

Have you ever been saved by an angry skate session? I have and here is my story.
Some shit went down and I had to pack an overnight bag and leave. I actually had to get a ride (since I was too upset to drive) to my right now favorite skatepark to work this out. I was stressing out, could barely breathe, and nearly passed out after my first stretch-out-the-sticks round about the place. The puking feeling passed and into the bowl I went, scaring myself into the very present moment. I felt all odd ends and obtuse angles, my motions were stupid jerky and nerve filled reactions for the first minute. I nearly bail just thinking too hard and not being there, just angry stewing. I take some rest and stand over the deep end for a minute. While I'm catching my breath I look at the lovely smooth concrete, and rolling lines around the place, following the curves and corners... what shall I rock next?
And then I can breathe again. And my vision gets all sharp and bright and focused even though the light is starting to fail and all of the greys are beginning to blend into one flat looking darkness. I stop hearing anything but wind in my ears and all I think is - go faster, go higher, go over that, now scrape that. My mind stops raging and racing and I can see the next logical move without stopping to think about it. My body catches up with me and I start putting it into the right places and I feel all together again. And better than that, I am ripping my favorite park at dusk with a smile on my face and not one worry in the world.