running a half-marathon changed my savasana 🏃♀️🧘♀️
i'm lying on my mat in the corner of sara's studio, seven hours after crossing the finish line of the göteborgsvarvet.
my legs are lead, my hip flexors have opinions i've never heard before.
and for the first time in four years of yoga practice, i don't know what my body will do when sara says "let go."
the mat comes up to meet me in a way that feels almost like mercy.
"this is savasana," sara says. "corpse pose. complete release."
something releases that i did not know was being held.
what i thought i knew about resting
before i ran 21 kilometers through the streets of gothenburg, i believed i was good at savasana.
four years of practicing yoga every week. four years of lying down at the end of class, watching thoughts drift past like clouds.
i thought this was surrender.
in retrospect, i was practicing comfortable rest. there's a difference, and i didn't know it yet.
my body still had resources it was quietly protecting. some part of my nervous system remained alert, some small and faithful guard that had been standing post so long it didn't remember it could stop.
i'd lie down and it feels like enough... not knowing it was only the surface of what rest could be.
training in the dark
the hardest weeks were february and march.
in winter darkness of gothenburg, i'd set my alarm for five-thirty and step outside while luna stretched across my warm pillow with magnificent indifference.
some mornings the river path was slick with frost. every logical argument was against going out, and i went anyway.
on mat, three evenings a week, i practiced yoga. sara noticed my hamstrings were tighter than usual, my hips were holding more. the body keeps a running account of what you ask of it, and mine was accumulating something i hadn't named yet.
"your body will teach you something," sara said.
she was right.
the race
the göteborgsvarvet happens in may, when gothenburg finally remembers it can be beautiful.
twelve thousand runners. pale gold light. cool air that felt like a gift.
around kilometer fourteen, the reserves ran out. what was left was not strength but something more basic, i was simply moving, one stride at a time, through whatever remained.
i'd felt something like this in long yoga sessions, the moment when you stop performing and start practicing.
this was the same. amplified.
on the last stretch, lungs burning, i thought of something guru devendra said in rishikesh:
"effort is not the enemy of ease. effort is how ease is earned."
running those final hundred meters, i understood it for the first time...
the body that had nothing left to hold
seven hours after the race, i could not have held tension if i'd tried.
this is what i hadn't understood about savasana: the pose asks for a voluntary surrender that most of us perform rather than feel.
we lie down. we close our eyes. we tell ourselves we are resting.
but something stays on watch.
when sara gently pressed my shoulders toward the mat, i felt them drop in a way they never had before. not because she pressed harder. because there was nothing left to resist.
my breath slowed without my asking.
i didn't fall asleep. i dissolved.
what exhaustion taught me
yoga philosophy speaks of sthira and sukha: steadiness and ease.
i'd studied these words in rishikesh. i thought steadiness and ease were simultaneous, that you cultivate both at once.
but lying on that mat in may, legs finally still, i understood something different.
sometimes ease can only arrive after steadiness has been truly tested.
the body can only release what it has been willing to fully use.
i'd been practicing ease in savasana for four years without first earning it through sufficient effort. my yoga practice had given me so much, i don't minimize that. but there is a kind of rest that lives on the other side of true expenditure.
i wrote about how running can become a form of moving meditation before, and these two practices have kept deepening each other in ways i didn't expect.
what i've noticed is that effort and ease are not opposites, they are partners in a long and patient conversation.
the same pose, completely different
i still practice with sara every tuesday and thursday, still run most mornings along the göta river.
the göteborgsvarvet is on my calendar again for may.
but savasana is different now.
not in form. same flat back, same open palms, same soft eyes.
different in what becomes possible when i arrive depleted rather than merely tired.
when sara says "complete release," i understand now what she means...
the guard stands down. the breath finds its own rhythm. and for a few minutes at the end of practice, the body remembers what it is like to have nothing left to hold.
reblog if effort has ever opened something up for you that rest alone couldn't reach. ♥️ drop your thoughts in the replies.
