This is my final reflection on the four-part series I did for Vancouver's Dailey Method studios. If you've stumbled upon this one first, you may want to pick things up at the prelude before reading parts 1, 2, and 3 for context. Enjoy! -- What does it mean to come home? When I wasn't breaking … Continue reading coming home to tdm – part 4
Category: Fitness
coming home to tdm- part 3
Yesterday marked my tenth studio visit since beginning the #cominghometoTDM series. If you're just joining us, welcome! My name is Elissa used to be a religious Dailey Method client but I've been living under a rock in Scotland for five years. Things have changed around the studio - specifically the variety of classes available - … Continue reading coming home to tdm- part 3
coming home to tdm- part 2
It's poetic that @tdmvancouver chose 'authenticity' as the word of the month for January. Authenticity is my specialty. You may recall from my last journal entry that I apologetically shared about gaining 80 pounds with my first pregnancy. I’m not afraid to put that in writing. I balanced it with plenty of exercise, specifically Dailey … Continue reading coming home to tdm- part 2
coming home to tdm- part 1
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 … Continue reading coming home to tdm- part 1
coming home to tdm- the prelude
If you're up for some Sunday night reading, you may elect to spend a portion of your precious time on something that was never intended to live on this space. I've spent the month casually writing for friends who run an excellent barre studio called The Dailey Method. In exchange for free classes, I kept a … Continue reading coming home to tdm- the prelude
pregnancy: a marathon
Before my first pregnancy, I never considered myself a runner. Sure, I did a few races. I'd always been an active person but my definition of running was more like leisurely jogging with Simon and Garfunkel for, oh, I don't know, maybe fifteen minutes. The company I used to write for was big on running … Continue reading pregnancy: a marathon
marathon mama
Greetings from St Andrews. I'm back. The computer mayhem is over, at least for now. The unwanted writing break translated into time for other endeavours, specifically drinking Hendricks with a friend and some long overdue dates with my running shoes. After discussing how similar writing is to running naked, I decided that if I couldn't … Continue reading marathon mama