Controlling my psyche when it happens at the wrong time

Sometimes psyche happens at the wrong time, like right now as I sit in the quiet study floor of the library "studying" for my Matlab test in a few hours.  It feels like a beautiful mountain stream is rushing around my entire body, threatening to bubble out like a spring.  I start breathing too loudly and rhythmically, like preparing to start a hard boulder, but actually I'm just disrupting the people around me who think I'm having a panic attack because that's the most exciting thing that happens on the quiet study floors.  Calm down.

Here's a short poem about how I feel:

"Too psyched.  Cannot do pushups.  Breathe quieter."

That's how I feel right now.  In the past when I get too psyched and am not around boulders or in any position to drop everything and go on a run, I drop and do pushups - really fast pushups.  And sometimes jump and yell and wave my arms around.

Little Olivia writhing on the floor because psyched

This has happened my entire life, even before climbing.  Now, I just have something to direct this giant explosion of happy energy towards.  As a child I would randomly scream and jump in the air and sprint to wherever I was headed, like the bathroom or the refrigerator, or the pencil sharpener in my elementary school classroom.  I could never explain to my teachers why I had to run outside real fast and pump my arms and scream at the sky, it just absolutely needed to happen now or I would die because aimless energy is exploding out of me and it won't stop.

Now it's called psyche, but it's still just as bad.  Luckily I have friends who understand and something to direct it into (and I no longer have to sit in a classroom for seven hours a day).  One perfect example occurred last december in a Hardee's in LaFayette, GA: it was freezing at Rocktown that morning, below freezing and windy plus everything was frozen, so I decided to go along with Trey and a few other friends to Hardee's to get warm before heading out to the boulders.  It was about to be a really boring morning, but Carson had his laptop with a bunch of climbing movies on it and we were all huddled around him watching Dave Graham bouldering in RMNP when it happened to all of us.  We all got so psyched and decided that cold weather couldn't stop us from touching boulders.  But I was uncontrollably psyched, as opposed to everyone else who had a handle on themselves.  I was running in circles around Trey's car in the parking lot while we waited for everyone to brush their teeth, and when Trey finally unlocked his car I jumped in the backseat and freaked out because we were all in the car and we have to leave right now!!!!!  But, as Kyle pointed out, I was the only one in the car, so more waiting and panting and shaking.  Then the whole way to Rocky Lane and up the mountain I laughed and rocked back and forth, it was ridiculous.  I don't even remember getting the the trailhead, I just remember everyone telling me to calm down.  But they were all psyched too!

I'm not too psyched anymore, this helped me calm down and I'm going to study now.