LAUGHTER AS MEDi-Zen

“Give me a challenge!” I yell out, smiling, feeling fully relaxed and zenned out despite the horn blasts, groans of exhaust fumes of mac trucks, and the roar of a motorcycle brigade passing through the speakers. 

I am in the midst of a meditation battle my friend Eric setup at a biohacker conference. 

My competitor? A first-time meditator named Blake, a beefy, tall bro with ripply muscles beneath a white tee that I met by the nootropic beverage bar minutes earlier.