Through 55 minutes of Vinyasa 2, there’d been no slips, zero human tears, and just one half of a calf cramp. As the lights dimmed, and we sat down on our mats, I knew it was time to celebrate this job well done, stretching out into absolute prone bliss. For me, savasana is the ultimate end-of-class treat, reconnecting body and breath, and a chance to give myself that proverbial pat on the back after some legitimate physical exertion. Yeah, too bad I’m not wired that way. Within moments of closing my eyes, the brain lifts the floodgates. Centered as I might be, my mind is now on a different kind of journey, and I just can’t stop it. Sure, I’m relaxing, but here’s what I’m actually thinking during savasana.
1. Liker noen Enya?
Musikken blir avvist, erstattet av en beroligende stillhet og en umiddelbar trang til å bedømme instruktørens valg av melodier den siste timen. Mens lydene av urfolks takter fra hele verden bidro til å kanalisere energi til noen av de mer engasjerte positurene, kan jeg ikke la være å lure på hvordan Enya og hennes lunefulle omgivende kokospiratorer har sneket seg på hver eneste yoga -spilleliste som noen gang er produsert. Ikke later som om du ikke har lagt merke til det.
2. Hvor kommer Yogi -sitater fra?
Every instructor has them, but where are they born? While we’re trying to quiet our minds, teacher is over here kicking some serious existentialism, and I just have to know: Is there a database of post-class knowledge available freely on the internet? Maybe it’s a group chat? WHERE IS THE GROUPCHAT?!
3. forlot jeg ovnen på? Og andre panikkpunkter
You’ve asked me to concentrate on breath and body for the last hour, but now the real world is coming back to knock on my brain door. Did I lock my keys in the car? Is rent due today? Did I wash this shirt? These bursts are small, but acute, things I may or may not have done before class and a reminder that I will eventually have to get up from this thin piece of perforated foam.
4. Skal jeg først komme til sprayflasken?
Even the best savasana comes to an end, but there’s still one more physical quest before class draws to a true close. These mats aren’t going to clean themselves, and I know as soon as the instructor whispers, namaste, the rush to claim that disinfectant spray is on. Should I cheat and get up early? I’d hate to pull a muscle stirring too fast, but waiting while 15 other people circulate the spray bottle? Oof, maybe a strained quad is worth it.
5. Falt jeg sov?
Ikke le, du har vært der. Savasana går bra, for bra. Jeg har helt mistet oversikten over tid og rom, Yogi -sitater har mangedoblet seg og høres ut som om de kommer fra en trykkende salongsanger, og ... nikket jeg bare til Dreamland? Jeg forventer halvparten å åpne øynene for et mørkt og tomt rom med elever og lærereimer borte og døren låst bak dem. En høy snorke avbryter spiralen min - ikke min, men kvinnen ved siden av meg. Phew. Fint forsøk, Savasana.
