The Power Walk Off / Hot Mess

What do you do during practice? People will ask. And it all varies for fall ball, from lunges, squats, burpees, TRX improv, mini crossfit sessions, to basketball, flag football, and soccer. I take a little bit of my workouts and exercises I have learned from my roommate Jessie, friends, and multiple youtube exercise videos. I always do the workouts myself, to know if they’re even possible, then head to practice with coffee in hand to brace myself for one of the most quirkiest, bonded, and energetic group of girls I have ever coached.

Over the past month or so with fall ball we’ve been joined on the track with a man who looks like he’s training for a professional power walking competition. So when we only had the track and a small amount of turf to do our conditioning, I decided to present them with the ultimate challenge: a POWER WALK OFF.

I wish I could have played this song while they were power walking, maybe next time…you’re absolutely nuts if you keep at a power walk while Twista rhymes.

The rules:

1. ABSOLUTELY no jogging, running, or skipping

2. no throwing bows

That was it.

And then came the finish line, the winner is still yet to be determined.

For those who know Tami, please listen to her laughing so hard she snorts in the beginning, heh heh.

Typical Pioneer Square

For those local to the greater Seattle area, you’re aware of Pioneer Square, its quirks, perks, and a whole lotta homeless folk. And if you aren’t, you have a place of equal value nearby.

It was a quick Friday trip over to the Zeitgeist coffee shop to meet with my supervisor to go over an interview I had the following Monday (today). Of course, I took a couple wrong turns, ended up in front of the mission, walked back down to the water and meandered my way over, still fashionably on time.

It was during this trek where my “covered in birds” wish went awry. A few pigeons do not bother me in the least, even a dozen are fine, but this was the ultimate hurricane of germ claws and feathers. The first one took a hard dive to my right and landed so hard it broke it’s neck near the gutter, then the rest came fluttering in the ultimate clusterfuck of Birds-gone-wild that I ever saw.

“Jesus Christ!” I screamed, waving my hands to avoid the hard beating of their wings. They were fighting for pieces of bread.

I manage to pull my head up and see the cause of the entire traumatic event. A man, in a half-way house, three floors up, laughing hysterically throwing clumps of bread at me. Per-fect. This entire scene lasted maybe 30 seconds, but it was enough for me to curse out a crack addict, watch a bird fall to its death for some grub, and leave me with stale bread in my bag. Thank-you-Pioneer Square.