On music and silence in Crossfit

“What music should we play today?” our coach asked the class.

“Ke$ha.” someone answered.

“No, bootyshaking music!” another chimed in. The coach that day was partial to this.

80’s music, rap, and metal all were suggested.

I volunteered “How about silence?”

That was voted down quickly with a low level of scorn. Silence always gets voted down in Crossfit.

In every Crossfit gym I have been in from Maine to Costa Mesa, cranking music is de rigeur for a WOD.

Music is for motivation, for energy, for drive, for aggression, for fun…and that can all be great.

But music in a workout drives us to be pointed towards speed and performance rather than presence.

There is a fitness company that serves the Crossfit crowd called “Again Faster”.

Do we need more speed in our lives?

We complain about how fast time goes by.

At the rush of our lives.

At the difficulty in keeping up.

Speed. Yikes. In some places, sure, of course, we need speed.. Speed and force can counter some inertia. But beyond that? We have plenty of access to speed.

We need more presence.

But this shouldn’t shock us. There was a recent study that showed that people would rather give themselves electric shocks rather than sit in a room by themselves with their thoughts.

So where does this leave us? We are addicted to speed despite the fact that we feel plagued by it. We don’t want to be alone with the sounds in our head. We use music in Crossfit to facilitate this addiction and aversion.

While waking up even earlier and commuting with my own weights to workout is its own unusual discipline, silence is one of the reasons I really like DBWod.com. Working out outside early in the morning at a time that is traditionally embraced as a propitious moment for meditation is a joy.

Easily hearing my breath and each step in contrast to the still  morning air at the moments I need to rest or just the moments I need to be still is freeing.

So what to do?

First I suggest seeing if your gym will try silence every once in a while. But that might not work.

So here is what I’d like to offer.

Fall still wherever you are.

And just listen. Spend a few moments or even up to a minute at each step of this.

Hear the sounds that are most obvious around you. Don’t try to identify them. Just hear them.

Now listen for the sounds that are closest to you. The other sounds will still be there but bring your attention to the closest sounds. Thoughts will come up, commentary will come up. That is fine. When you recall, just come back to the listening.

Now bring your attention to the sounds that are furthest from you. Again, thoughts and movements in the mind will come. No worries or criticisms for that – just return to the listening.

Now bring your attention to hearing the sound of silence beyond the furthest sound. The other sounds will still be there but extend your attention wider than that.

And now hear how all the sounds rise up from and return to that silence that pervades the whole environment. Hear the silence between each sound.

Rest there.

There is stillness that pervades a chaotic and movement filled WOD.  Between each beat of the musical soundtrack there is quiet.

Crave to know that.

 

 

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  1. I will never forget the CrossFit Games Open workout that started with some crazy number of burpees followed by some mind-blowing number of snatches all in a VERY short amount of time.

    In order to make it work the burpees had to be performed with metronomic precision–not too fast and not too slow.

    When it came time to actually do the workout our gym was filled with about 60 people who were there for a seminar but who were also eager to crush this beast of a WOD. As each heat started an actual metronome also started- patched into the speakers through someone’s iPhone.

    As the first group went the remaining 20-30 people STOOD SILENTLY marking time to the beat of the metronome. There was no music–just the tick-tock of the speaker. It was bliss. it was zen. It was fleeting…

    As soon as the coach running the program saw that each group had mastered the timing on went the screaming rage of death metal. The moment of zen was broken.

    I would have been perfectly content to listen to the clinking metronome and my increasingly effortful breath for the entire time.

    Awesome, elite and quiet. Hmmm… not so much!

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