My eyes are closed, as I internally, desperately look for my “happy place.” I try hard not to death-grip the barre in front of me since I’m only supposed to have a “light grip.” My right leg, while trembling in some strangely contorted position, pushes back for the 235th time, but who’s counting. I moan and groan through Ellie Goulding’s rousing chorus of “Anything can happen” that blares over the sound system.
A few minutes later, I’m on my back, squeezing my butt cheeks (or what they so politely call my “seat”) to Pitbull’s rhythmic charisma, and I’m thanking God that I have made it through another 58 minutes of a class.
Finally, I fall back into final relaxation and I am happy to oblige the directive to allow my tongue to peel off the roof of my mouth. I had never known how much stress and anxiety is stored right there in that crossroads of muscle and pink flesh.
I take deep breaths and reflect back over the hour of pushing my body to its shaking point (literally, I spend half the class with shaking muscles). I am revitalized to tackle my day.
That is a brief snapshot into what it is like to go through a Dailey Method workout class. It is ridiculously hard and yet it keeps me coming back for more and more and more.
Because, it Hurts So Good.
Because the owners, instructors and fellow students inspire, challenge and support me.
Because I’ve seen a change in my body unlike any results I’ve had from any other workouts.
Because I feel longer, leaner, stronger, just like their slogan says.
Because, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Through The Dailey Method, I’ve met an amazing group of women who want me to succeed as much as I want to succeed. They tell me constantly that I am strong, they call me a warrior, and one of these days I will believe them.