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.
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1. Kan nogen lide Enya?
Musikken er afvist, erstattet af en beroligende tavshed og en øjeblikkelig trang til at bedømme instruktørens valg af melodier i løbet af den sidste time. Mens lydene af oprindelige beats fra hele verden hjalp med at kanalisere energi til nogle af de mere engagerede positioner, kan jeg ikke undgå at undre mig over, hvordan Enya og hendes finurlige omgivende kokonspiratorer har snek sig på hver enkelt yoga -playliste, der nogensinde er produceret. Lad ikke som om du ikke har bemærket det.
2. Hvor kommer Yogi -citater 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. forlod jeg ovnen tændt? Og andre panikpunkter
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.
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5. Sovede jeg i søvn?
Griner ikke, du har været der. Savasana går godt, for godt. Jeg har helt mistet oversigt over tid og rum, Yogi -citater har multipliceret og lyder som om de kommer fra en sultry lounge -sanger, og ... nikkede jeg bare i drømmeland? Jeg forventer halvt at åbne mine øjne for et mørkt og tomt rum med studerende og lærer timer væk og døren låst bag dem. En høj snoren afbryder min spiral - ikke min, men kvinden ved siden af mig. Phew. Dejligt forsøg, Savasana.
