As I ran up Green street toward the Presidio, I felt the exhaustion in my limbs and in my lungs. My pace had slowed to what was almost a walk, but I wanted to make it up the hill without stopping. Unfortunately, as I reached the halfway point, I felt myself give up. I stopped, placed my hands on my knees, and tried to catch my breath. Looking up at the distance to the top of the hill, I felt ashamed and aggravated at myself. Why couldn’t I have just pushed myself a little harder? Today, I wanted to write about a strange side effect that has occurred during quarantine: disappointment.
