As a training tool, my mp3 was at times crucial to my concentration. I've never cared about hearing anything, simply finding something to ignore. When I squatted five-hundred pounds for the first time, I'm not sure what monstrous sonata was blaring from the ear buds, but the digital sound-wall blocked out the natural noise around me; the voices of people having conversations that I don't want to hear, the hokey music emanating from the gym's surround-speakers, with my body and mind in unison, ready to redo the undone.
There have been occasions when the headphones were more a distraction than an adherent. On those occasions, I removed them. What else? Stupid.
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