Unicorntastic – Girls on the Run. Experience 19.

As I mentioned in my last post, I’m volunteering as a coach for Girls on the Run, or GOTR. It’s a ten-week 5K training program for third through sixth grade girls that combines running with a focus on overall health and self-esteem. We’re about three weeks into the program now.

Some observations:

Teachers do God’s work, y’all. Not that there was ever any doubt, but there is knowing and there is capital K Knowing. Now, I Know. On a given day I am responsible for wrangling the giddy chattery energy of 20+ girls, along with another coach or two, for just over an hour. Then we send them off to their teachers for the rest of the day, where boys are added to the mix. God’s.work.

You can tell 20+ girls to keep their eyes closed while doing a visualization exercise. You can remind them multiple times to keep their eyes closed. 90% of the time, 90% of them will not have their eyes closed. There aren’t stink eyes enough to make it happen.

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Another One Bites the Dust. Experience 17.

One of my most highly anticipated new experiences (blog post coming) is being a volunteer coach for the Girls on the Run program. It’s a 5K training program for elementary school girls that also focuses on building confidence, health, physical and mental strength, and self-esteem. In the ten weeks leading up to the 5K, coaches meet with their groups for twice-weekly sessions that include lessons, exercises, and running practice. Running has long been a mix of fitness, therapy, and religion for me so I was instantly drawn to GOTR and have been giddy with anticipation since they accepted my application.

CPR and First Aid certification is a prerequisite for coaching, so on a recent Saturday I found myself in a training class. The closest I ever came to CPR training before was an elementary school CPR segment, of which I remember little, aside from my pathetic attempts to blow air into the practice dummy’s air bag “lungs.” Being the little pipsqueak that I was, I remember gathering every ounce of breath I could and blowing into the dummy’s mouth as forcefully as possible and the bag going, “ph.” Eric Johnson on the other hand, a burly raspy windbag of a boy, nearly burst the dummy’s “lungs,” with a big old “PHHHPHHHPHHHHPHHHH.” After which he cackled with glee.
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Ice Skating at the Sculpture Garden – Experience 16.

I’ve lived in the DC area for 15 years, including 12 in DC-proper, and before last week I’d never gone ice skating at the Sculpture Garden at the National Gallery of Art. I know! I can’t believe it either. Especially since I’m finishing up my second winter working across the street from the Sculpture Garden.

Naturally, it didn’t occur to me as a prospective new experience until the last weeks of the season, right around the time another polar vortex brought the latest bout of sub-zero temps and nearly a foot of snow. That’s the tricky thing about outdoor ice rinks – it needs to be cold but not too cold. And dry. As last week drew to a close, with the promise of warmer, but not too warm, days, I kept an eye on the forecast and my fingers crossed.

Friday dawned with the promised warmth, but also with clouds and a forecasted 30% chance of rain. Yet, I was hopeful. One of my co-workers – let’s just call her the Naysayer Continue reading

Skyrobics (and Kegels). Experience 12.

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And so began new experience number 12 – taking a trampoline fitness class at Skyzone trampoline park in Columbia, MD.

My partner-in-crime for this one was supposed to be Rebecca, but she came down with a virus the night before. “I want to see a lady with vomiting and diarrhea jump on a trampoline!” Said no one ever.

So I flew (heh. See what I did there?) solo for this one.

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