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.
The Sub-7 Experiment 