On a cliff at dawn in dana lacey, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with dana lacey,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “dana lacey, dana lacey, dana lacey!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “dana lacey” bliss.