A calm British voice gives instructions over the speaker system at Stanford’s football field.
Scan down through the body now, before shifting your attention to the breath.
The Stanford players are all frozen in place with their eyes closed. Some are lying down on their backs on the grass. Others are sitting up cross-legged. The California summer sun beats down on their sweaty brows.
This moment of stillness in Stanford’s fall camp practice is a far cry from the loud hip-hop music that typically blares from the speakers as the players are constantly in motion.