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. Ar kas nors mėgsta Enya?
Muzika yra atmesta, pakeista raminančia tyla ir nedelsiant noras įvertinti instruktoriaus pasirinkimo melodijas per paskutinę valandą. Nors vietinių ritmų garsai iš viso pasaulio padėjo nukreipti energiją į kai kurias labiau įsitraukusias pozas, aš negaliu atsistebėti, kaip Enya ir jos įnoringos aplinkos aplinkos kokonspiratoriai užklupo kiekvieną kada nors sukūrtą jogos grojaraštį. Negalima apsimesti, kad nepastebėjote.
2. Iš kur yra jogų citatos?
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. Ar aš palikau orkaitę? Ir kiti panikos taškai
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. Ar pirmiausia pateksiu į purškimo butelį?
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. Ar aš užmigau?
Nesijuok, tu buvai ten. Savasana sekasi gerai, per gerai. Aš visiškai praradau laiko ir erdvės kelią, jogų citatos padaugėjo ir skamba taip, kaip jos kyla iš švelnaus poilsio dainininko, ir ... ar aš tiesiog linktelėjau į „Dreamland“? Aš pusiau tikiuosi atmerkti akis į tamsią ir tuščią kambarį su studentų ir mokytojų valandomis, o durys užrakintos už jų. Garsus knarkimas pertraukia mano spiralę, o ne mano, bet moteris šalia manęs. Phew. Gražus bandymas, Savasana.
