Hi. Elissa here. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m the one documenting my return to the barre, the voice behind #cominghometoTDM
Some history and context for those of you who don’t know me.
Lycra fueled my childhood and adolescence. My memories are a blur of dance classes and sequins. This love of movement landed me a job with lululemon in 2004. I spent the next seven years dressed in luon, trying on various roles within the company, eventually landing at the corporate headquarters.
When Karen and Jey, former employees, publicly declared their goal to open a barre studio in Vancouver, the word spread quickly around the office. “What’s a barre class?” I asked a colleague. A devious smile spread across her face. “Just come,” she said with a smirk.
And so I did. And it was excruciating and blissful. Within a handful of classes, I was a giddy regular at The Dailey Method. The practice whipped me into the best shape of my life in record time. My recurring back injury, the one that forced an unexpected pivot on my career path, became a memory. I was free from pain and standing taller than ever.
My TDM practice carried me through my first pregnancy with ease. I’d like to say that it also helped me shed 80lbs (yes, eighty pounds) worth of baby weight but I can’t. My husband and I whisked our newborn son away to Scotland when he was fourteen weeks old and I couldn’t take the studio in my suitcase.
Why Scotland? My husband dreamed of completing his PhD in Medieval History at the University of St Andrews. (Now you know why we started this conversation talking about my past. I’ve learned from Mr Watts that understanding history is a necessity.)
St Andrews, as you may or may not know, is one hell of a town. It’s one of Scotland’s seaside gems, the holy land of golf, and home to Will and Kate’s dating years. But at the time, there was no fitness studio offering anything remotely close to TDM – no yoga, no Pilates, no barre. I went into mourning.
Continue reading #cominghometoTDM – part 2