Just One of Those Days

Last night, I was looking forward to going to the gym.
This morning, my first thought was, “Good—let’s go.”

I got there, asked ChatGPT for a 45-minute rowing session, and it delivered.
I did it.
Then some sled push/pulls.
Then some Farmer’s Carries.

It was a great session—strong, powerful, controlled—and I really enjoyed it.
But there was no buzz. No post-workout euphoria.

Was it because today was hot and humid?
Maybe.
Was it because I’m a human being and some days just feel flat?
Probably.

So I went home, took a shower, had a recovery drink, and started typing these words.
No self-criticism. No self-sabotage. Just a quiet realisation:

There will be days like this.

And I’m okay with that.

This is the Sub-7 Experiment.