When we support each other, incredible things happen—which was something I realized on a journey to flexibility that once felt impossible.
Let me back up. I was attending The Ailey School, dancing alongside talented young artists from across the country, and I knew I didn’t have strong enough splits. That’s when flexibility became my obsession.
I originally pursued this goal in secret by myself—I borrowed books from the library, purchased DVDs—I was willing to do absolutely anything to get closer to my goal. I felt defeated that none of the other dancers seemed to be struggling with this—they were already so flexible, and without fail would just tell me, “I've always been this way!” when I did ask for help. Which, of course, wasn’t helpful at all. I longed for a community that could support me on my journey, and this wasn’t it.
Fast forward to my senior year of college, when I was hired to work at the front desk at a local gym. Despite having recently acquired a B.F.A. in dance, I had very little knowledge of fitness. I could barely do a push-up, and attending a group fitness class was beyond intimidating.