The Sub-7 Experiment

Tag: Controlled Training

  • Turning Crankiness into Power

    A controlled session, a clear head

    Me: “Ok, it’s Monday. I’m at the gym. Feeling a bit cranky. Whoop has me at 97% recovery. What’s the plan?”
    ChatGPT:
    “Perfect timing—you’re in a great position to turn that crankiness into pure fuel today.
    Here’s the plan:

    Warm-up (10 minutes total): • 5 minutes easy Assault Bike or Rower (low effort, just moving) • 5 minutes easy Rowing (~2:15–2:20/500m, ~20 spm)

    Main Rowing Session: • 5 × 500m intervals • Pace: 1:50–1:55/500m • Stroke Rate: 24–26 spm • Rest: 2 minutes light movement between intervals

    Optional Finisher: • 1 × 250m hard push (~1:45–1:48/500m)

    Cooldown: • 5 minutes easy rowing or bike, focus on deep breathing.

    Focus Today:

    • Channel the cranky energy, but stay smooth and powerful.
    • Strength through rhythm—not thrashing.

    If it feels like too much, back off the pace slightly. It’s about consistency, not self-destruction.”

    What a well-judged session that was.

    Old me would have used the crankiness as a self-destruct button, hammering myself into injury or exhaustion. Not today.

    Saturday, I visited a different gym. Same chain, different part of town.
    Let’s just say… there were some serious heavyweights in there.
    Only one rowing machine in sight, so ChatGPT adjusted the plan: two 15-minute sets, offering an easy exit if someone was waiting.

    In the end, no one needed it. I got the full session:

    • 2 × 15 minutes at 2:05/500m
    • 2 × 500m sprints at 1:49/500m
    • Bike spin
    • Then another 2 × 500m sprints back on the erg.

    Quietly delighted with myself.

    Out of curiosity, I asked ChatGPT what a 1:49/500m pace would mean over 2,000 meters.
    The answer? 7 minutes 16 seconds.
    That got my attention.

    ChatGPT then asked if I wanted to work towards 7:16 as an interim goal. I said yes.
    So today’s session was part of that plan—and it worked beautifully.

    Interestingly, I didn’t even notice the “optional” 250m finisher in the original plan.
    If I had, I might have paced the earlier rows differently—holding something back for a final flourish.

    Instead, I finished the set, then added two bonus 250m sprints:

    • Held a pace of 1:36/500m.
    • Controlled. Focused. No wild flailing.

    Before, I’d only ever glimpsed numbers like that when I was out of control and hanging on for dear life.
    Today, it was deliberate—and it felt powerful.

    The crankiness?
    Gone.

    And the progress?
    Undeniable.

    This is the Sub-7 Experiment.