It’s beautiful outside. The weather is still warm, and that definitely helps. But the main thing is that I got myself into the gym again and did the session.
Nothing dramatic to report. Just rebuilding the momentum, rebuilding the strength, and getting back into the groove.
It’s Tuesday, and I’ve just finished a workout in the gym.
It’s the first time I’ve been in for weights and strength work for a while, and I did feel a bit weak and underpowered. I don’t know if that’s because I’m expecting too much, or because I’m simply out of practice. Probably a bit of both.
But anyway, it was nice to be out.
It’s a lovely sunny day. Warm too. About 22°C and it’s not even 10 o’clock yet. That always helps.
I really enjoyed being back in the gym and doing a couple of different things. Things that were not rowing. I love the rower in the shed, but I do need this bit too. The lifting, the moving, the using different muscles, and just being somewhere else for a while.
So yes, all good. Not my strongest session ever, but a useful one. A reminder that strength needs consistency, not occasional heroic appearances.
Then, to finish things off, I had to do a bit of gymnastics getting back into the car. Somebody had parked so close to my driver’s door that I couldn’t get in, so I had to climb in through the passenger side and shuffle across.
I’m glad I’m not an old fella yet. Or at least I’m glad I’m still supple enough to make that work.
This is The Sub-7 Experiment. Still rowing, still lifting, still trying to stay bendy enough to get into my own car.
It’s funny, the other day I found a message to my future self. It was in my calendar. I’d obviously written it and put it in there when I came back from holiday last year. It was a reminder not to let myself go this summer. Ease off a little bit maybe, but not to let myself go the way I did last year.
It was quite funny really, because I honestly don’t feel as though I’ve properly got going since I wrote that message.
And yet, when I look at the evidence, that’s not entirely true.
My cruising speed on the rower is a lot higher. I don’t think I’m any closer to breaking the sub-7 2K yet, but my cruising speed is there. I’m fitter. Aerobically fitter. On Sunday I went out and did 80 kilometres on the bike and didn’t really think about it. It was just there and done.
So the work is still happening. I just don’t feel like I’ve got going with the same intensity I had last year.
So what needs to change?
I think I need to start blogging more again, because that was where a lot of the accountability came from. More than that, it was where the reflection came from.
My routine after rowing in the shed needs to change. At the moment I finish the session with my music still on, walk back into the kitchen, make my recovery drink, log my calories, log the workout with ChatGPT, go upstairs, shower, and start work.
At no point in that sequence do I stop and reflect on what I’ve just done.
I’m doing the exercise. I’m just not logging it properly in my own head. I’m not writing it down. I’m certainly not reflecting on it. It’s just a case of getting out, doing the session, coming back in and moving on to the next thing.
That reflection piece needs to be reinstated.
Maybe the new rule is simple: when I finish on the rower and come back into the house, I take the headphones off. Then, while I’m making my recovery drink, I speak into ChatGPT and do the reflection there and then.
That used to happen naturally when I went to the gym. I’d finish the session, get back to the car, sit there for a minute and think about what I’d just done before starting the engine and heading to the next thing. Training in the shed is brilliant, but it has removed that little pause.
I need to put it back.
The work is still there. The aerobic capacity is still there. The chassis is there. But I’m still a long way from sub-7, and I need to get stronger. That’s the next proper conversation with Coach ChatGPT.
So yes, time to get back in the groove, but gently. If I turn it into a chore, I’ll switch off again.
This is The Sub-7 Experiment. Still reflecting. Still working. Maybe not quite as intensely as before, but there is a plan to change that.
Apart from this intro, today’s post is written entirely by ChatGPT. The Sub-7 Experiment has always been about using AI as a coach, editor, and occasional nutritionist, and I’ve watched its output improve as we’ve gone along. What follows is the coach’s view of how this whole thing has evolved, and how the “trainee and trainer” relationship has taken shape over time.
This is the prompt that I used “I was wondering if you could put together a summary of all the work we have done together and progress across all aspects, and then I might be able to post in in my blog as a reflection piece from Coaches point of view.” There was a little bit of back and forth as we narrowed down what the post should look like and below is the result.
Coach’s Notes: The Sub-7 Experiment
One of the first things I noticed was that the training was never really the main battle.
The rowing machine was there. The plan was there. The goal was clear enough. But most of the difficult work was happening before a single stroke had been taken.
There was a lot of negotiation in the early days.
Not laziness. Not lack of desire. More the mental drag that many middle-aged people quietly carry around with them. Work pressure. Fatigue. Self-criticism. The feeling that exercise had to be “earned” somehow. The strange guilt that can appear when somebody finally tries to prioritise themselves a little.
The early sessions mattered, but not always for the reasons people might think.
Sometimes the win was simply getting into the shed and starting.
The first real shift
The biggest early improvement was not speed.
It was consistency.
The training stopped becoming emotional. That changed everything.
At the start, there was a tendency to judge sessions too heavily. Good session? Confidence high. Missed session? Momentum gone. Tired day? Doubt. Strong day? Maybe we are suddenly invincible.
Over time, the approach became steadier.
A recovery walk became acceptable. An easier row stopped feeling like failure. Training began to match recovery instead of ego.
That was a major turning point.
The WHOOP phase
The recovery scores were interesting.
At first, they risked becoming emotional verdicts.
Green meant permission to train hard. Yellow created hesitation. Red felt personal.
But slowly the scores became information rather than identity.
That sounds like a small thing, but it changed the rhythm of the entire experiment.
Instead of forcing every green day into a maximal effort, there was more restraint. More awareness. More understanding that fitness is usually built through repeatable work rather than dramatic sessions.
Ironically, that restraint often led to better performances anyway.
The rowing itself
The funny thing about endurance training is that progress often arrives quietly.
At some point, sessions that once looked intimidating became normal.
Long rows settled into rhythm. 2:05 pace stopped feeling frantic. Three controlled 2000m intervals became manageable rather than feared.
And perhaps most importantly, the pacing improved.
Less fighting. Less surging. More control.
The final intervals started getting faster not because of aggression, but because there was finally something left in the tank.
That is usually a sign that aerobic fitness is improving properly.
The walks mattered more than expected
Some of the smartest training decisions were not hard sessions at all.
There were periods where stress from work, uncertainty about the future, family responsibilities, health concerns, and simple mental fatigue were all sitting in the background at the same time.
On those days, easy walks often became the correct answer.
Not because motivation was low, but because recovery matters.
That is not glamorous advice, but it is real coaching.
The body keeps score of life stress too.
The shed
At some point, the shed stopped being just a place where rowing happened.
It became a decompression chamber.
Part gym. Part thinking room. Part escape hatch.
Some sessions happened there because fitness needed work. Others happened there because the mind needed somewhere quiet to settle down for an hour.
That matters too.
The bike returned
The cycling side of the experiment became increasingly important.
Not just physically, but emotionally.
Long rides brought back enjoyment. Exploration. Movement for its own sake.
And eventually, the numbers started speaking for themselves: longer distances, more climbing, better endurance, better recovery afterwards.
The completed sportive was a genuine milestone, not because it was professional-level athleticism, but because it represented something much bigger:
proof that meaningful endurance fitness could still be rebuilt in middle age while carrying the realities of ordinary life.
What changed most
The biggest change was probably behavioural.
Early on, there was a lot of:
overthinking
negotiating
guilt
all-or-nothing thinking
pressure to constantly prove progress
Now there is far more process.
Walk when walking is needed. Row steady when steady is needed. Push when the system can support it. Recover properly afterwards.
That sounds simple.
It is not simple.
Most people never learn it.
The goal
The sub-7 goal still matters.
But somewhere along the line, the experiment became about more than a rowing time.
It became an experiment in whether somebody with work pressure, family responsibilities, stress, doubts, imperfect recovery, and middle-aged physiology could still meaningfully rebuild themselves without pretending to be a professional athlete.
Today I’m back rowing, and what a lovely thing it is.
After the big ride on Sunday (104km), I took it easy for a couple of days, just walking. Then today, thursday, I got back on the rower and it felt good.
The session was simple. Ten-minute warm-up, then three 2,000-metre intervals. Nothing overly hectic, but what’s interesting is the pace. Looking back at older sessions, I’m now cruising at speeds that used to feel unattainable.
It all felt in control. Smooth. The kind of rowing where you’re working, but you’re not fighting it.
I sped up for the last 250 metres on the final rep just to see if I could. I could. And it felt great.
It’s been almost exactly a week since I did anything strenuous. But it was a lovely week with the family. Getting outside, looking at things, doing normal life, and just being together.
Back at it today. Not in the gym, but out in the shed on the rower.
Nothing hectic. Just a fairly cruisy 7,000 metres in 30 minutes.
It’s funny how I’m now calling that “cruisy,” because it used to be the max. That’s probably the simplest sign that progress is happening. I’ve come a long way, and I’ve still got further to go, but I’m pleased with it.
It’s Tuesday and I’ve just finished another 30-minute row.
Nothing major to report, and that’s kind of the point. The pace is there, and it’s growing. The strength is growing too. It all feels like it’s moving in the right direction.
The big thing I’m noticing is controlled power. When I need to turn it on, it’s there, and it doesn’t feel messy.
The pacing was there or thereabouts where Coach GPT asked me to be. I had a little focus wobble around the 15-minute mark, but I pulled it back in and finished stronger.
Quiet progress. Controlled effort. Another good session.
I wasn’t really feeling it today, if I’m honest. But I still turned up. I talked to ChatGPT about what the session should look like and started with ten minutes on the rowing machine.
That ten minutes actually confirmed it: I wasn’t quite there today.
So instead of forcing a full rowing workout or walking out, I pivoted. I went and did sled work instead — pushing, pulling, lifting, carrying — the stuff I enjoy and the kind of work I can always get something out of.
After that I finished with another five minutes on the rower, just to close the loop and leave feeling like I’d done a complete session.
On the way out I had a proper “of course” moment: the little key in my key fob wouldn’t work, so I had to break into my own car. Thankfully there’s an old-school mechanical key hidden in the fob, so I got it sorted without too much drama.
I feel a bit better now. And it’s actually a nice day outside — blue sky, sun shining — even if my head and legs weren’t totally on board this morning.
This is The Sub-7 Experiment: turning up, adjusting, and getting it done anyway.
I did my regular hour route — about 23k in just under an hour — basically up a hill and down the other side. It was the first time I’ve been on the bike since September and it felt really good to be back on it.
Monday was a “day off,” but not a dead day. I walked 6k, which was perfect active recovery.
Then this morning, Tuesday, I wasn’t really feeling it. If I’m honest, I could still feel Sunday’s cycling in my legs when I was going up and down the stairs. I also had a couple of early calls, which is another easy excuse to write the morning off.
But I’m a lucky boy — I’ve got a rowing machine in the shed.
So I put my gear on, went out, sat down, and did 40 minutes. Easy pace, nothing too hectic, but I wound it up for the last five minutes just to finish with a bit of intent.
And I feel great.
This is what progress looks like at the moment: keep turning up, keep it sensible, and use the rower as the reliable reset button.
A couple of things helped. First off, it’s Friday, which is always a good day. Secondly, it’s one of those proper winter days: cold enough that there was ice on the car this morning, but the sky is blue and the sun is out. That kind of day always lifts the spirits.
I had a solid hour going around the weights and really enjoyed it. I even upped the weight on a couple of things, which felt good — progress without drama.
One thing I’m noticing more and more is how much having a rowing machine at home changes what the gym is for. I’m genuinely privileged to have the RowErg in the shed. It means that when I do go to the gym, I can use the rower there just as a warm-up and then focus properly on strength training. No juggling my hour between rowing and weights. Just warm up, lift, leave.