Fit in my 40s: 'I thought I'd be bored. But meditating brought me peace' | Zoe Williams

I was as relaxed as a sun-basking dog in seconds

The Inhere meditation pod is a fancy screened cubicle, shaped like a kidney bean, made of slatted wood. You sit on a soft, comfy chair and put on a pair of headphones. You’re in the world, yet not in the world: the one I went to was in a shared working space, so heels clacked past and people talked about coffee. They’re soon to open a meditation-only space in central London which, on paper, sounds more calming. Yet even here, the ambient clickety-clack of other people’s lives recedes like birdsong once you’re semi-reclined and plugged in to the iPod they provide. I don’t know what your resting stress-level is; I was as relaxed as a sun-basking dog in five seconds flat. It was all I could do not to go to sleep.

Inhere’s co-founder Adiba Osmani reminded me that meditation used to be about the quest for deep existential truths: the inner peace it fostered was a side-effect that took off, like the discovery of Post-it notes by scientists who were trying to create the world’s strongest glue. The soundtracks, or certainly the one I chose – designed to give you strength for the mountainous challenge of the day ahead – are focused squarely on your interior life.

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