and sadness from the infrequent sightings of Son now that he drives to his before/after school events and part-time job
and joy in seeing them both help out in the childrens area at church.
I've felt disappointment when I dropped back during a group run and watched them disappear off on the horizon
and surprise when the running group leader showed up at my side so I wouldn't get lost.
and acceptance when they waited, cheered, and gave high fives when I finished.
I've experienced excitement after holding plank for 40 secs
and frustration only to fail at 20 secs the next time
and hatred toward those stinkin' push-ups.
I'm filled with enthusiasm in pursuit of a PR at the Duke City Half marathon
and apprehension toward other upcoming races that probably won't go so well
and contentment with my decision to drop out of the oly tri.
Ever have one of those days?