what is this feeling

I used to wake up every once in a long while, and I'd have this feeling. I got said feeling about twice a year in high school, and I referred to it to one of my very best friends as "the track and field day feeling." Said feeling included waking up completely excited for the day--arising at 5 just hoping the day would last an extra couple hours and looking forward to something seriously great. A little (eh, a lot of) anxiousness was paired with such excitement, but it just made it all the better. I don't know where said feeling came from during high school, but it originated from the very best day of the year in grade school. I lived for track and field day. You might think I'm exaggerating. But there was nothing I loved more. T&F was practically designed for me. It was totally competitive, you were told to be obnoxiously loud and praised when meeting and exceeding expectations, there were leaders and followers and games and outside and oh my goodness relays and freezies and general awesomeness. Nothing better. Today, I got to part of this wonderful day once again, and it was just as awesome as I remembered. I mean, I got to live my glory days of participation while concurrently laughing at kids who don't realize just how obnoxious they truly are. So great. I love kidlets. And I could not be more excited for these next three months. Good day.

And no, you didn't win. Boo-yah.