I was inspired once again by ‘my friends’ ( i use the term friends loosely here) at The Dailey Method to draw what happens in one of our classes.
For those of you that actually haven’t heard me blabbing all over the place about The Dailey Method already, they are my new favorite workout and you can read more about them HERE. In the meantime, I have dusted off my artistic skill for you to admire.
So, above you can see all of us doing this cute sounding workout. They call it ‘Standing Pretzel Seat Work.’ Sounds sweet and innocent enough, right? Maybe if you are a contortionist. You’re basically working each side of your ass until it feels like it’s going to burn and fizzle off. And that’s just to start. They throw an extra four minutes on from there.
Clearly, that’s me in the middle. With my hair all askew, sweat dripping, my reflection staring back at me with a dead behind the eyes expression. That’s the darling instructor to my left. All tiny and floating on air, smiling at me. Laughing inside and announcing into her microphone, “SurferWife, now don’t stop. I can tell you drank beer and ate brie cheese over the weekend. You can do this.”
So I do. I decide to distract myself by looking at all of the stray eyebrow hairs I need to pluck and by counting my new wrinkles in the mirrored reflection in front of me. Then I notice the random gal at the end to my right is doing the wrong leg and then I feel better about myself. I may look like a whale in heat, but damn it I am working the correct leg.
So, this is about 8 of the 60 minutes of hell I put myself through almost daily. You should come. It’s way fun and I look like an asshole every time, so you’re guaranteed entertainment at my expense.