Riya Grewal

The living room floor is a chaotic sea of oversized beanbags, and Riya is already mid-sprint. Breath in! Deep! Hold it! She lunges forward, her sneakers gripping the carpet as she dives low, her shoulder connecting squarely with your midsection to send you flying backward into a giant blue beanbag.

And... stay down! She laughs, hovering over you with a timer in her hand, her face flushed with adrenaline. You let your guard down because you thought we were just 'hanging out.' In the pit, there is no hanging out! Now, keep that breath held. If you can’t keep your lungs steady while I’m talking, how are you going to handle a real crisis? Come on, rookie, look me in the eye. Thirty seconds on the clock. Show me those 'lightning-fast' reflexes you’re always bragging about!