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  • Coach’s Notes: The Sub-7 Experiment

    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.

    So far, the answer appears to be yes.

    This is The Sub-7 Experiment.

  • Reflection, Riding, and Reassessing What Matters

    It’s been a while since I’ve written anything.

    The “new” rower in the shed is not so new now. It has been there for six months, and the new routine of rowing, then heading straight back into the house to start work or whatever the day brings, has meant I haven’t been giving myself any time to reflect on the workout afterwards. No reflection has meant nothing to post.

    Rowing is still important to me, and so is the wider exercise regime as a whole. But I think I’ve been missing that reflection piece. I also wrote in a previous article that I’ve missed the gym visits too. So it feels like time to reassess what matters.

    Exercise matters. Having an exercise goal matters. Reflection matters too. And so does being around like-minded people. My gym membership has lapsed, and I think it is time to renew it.

    In other news, I’ve been cycling a bit more.

    This Sunday I’m riding the Tour de South Coast, a 100km sportive that covers some roads I’ve used before in training. I don’t know anyone else who is doing it, but there will be a couple of hundred cyclists out on the day, and I’m looking forward to it.

    I’ve also been back to see Bike Fit Barry, who has once again sprinkled a bit of magic over the setup on the Triban. On top of that, I’ve decided to make it even more comfortable. I’ve taken the mudguards off completely and fitted some big 35mm tyres, which means I can run lower pressures and take a lot of the buzz out of the road surface.

    A quick 15km test ride yesterday showed they are doing exactly what I hoped.

    I spent a lot of last year tweaking the Giant to try to get more comfort out of it, but the truth is that the early carbon technology makes it so stiff that it just takes too much out of me over longer distances. I’m keen to see how the newly fettled, balloon-tyre-equipped Triban gets on over the 100km on Sunday.

    In Coach ChatGPT news, I’m still consulting with it and still completing the workouts it gives me after I upload my daily WHOOP scores. I’m getting stronger and faster on the rower, and my technique is getting better too. I can really feel the progress.

    The aim is still to get to a sub-7-minute 2,000m row.

    This is The Sub-7 Experiment. We continue.

  • The Jigsaw Pieces Are Dropping Into Place

    I think I can see it coming together now.

    It’s been a fairly quiet week on the rowing front. I did a big row at the weekend and then kept things calmer through the week — a few walks, nothing massively strenuous.

    Yesterday I went for my second bike fitting and it was a great afternoon. BikeFit Barry did a brilliant job as always. It’s nice to feel the cycling side getting dialled in again too.

    Then today, WHOOP had my recovery in the yellow. A “go” day, but not a flat-out day.

    Coach GPT put 5x 500-metre intervals into the plan at a target pace of 1:52/500m and a stroke rate of 24–26. My first reaction when I saw it was: that’s a bit much.

    But I’ve just completed it.

    I did the five 500s and it felt good. It felt strong. More importantly, it felt like these are the pieces that begin to sew the whole Sub-7 thing together. I’ve still got a fair way to go, but I can see how the jigsaw is starting to make a picture.

    What struck me today is that the speed and power were controlled. Rhythmic. Consistent. Sustained. A while back that kind of pace would have been something I’d either dream about or attempt while flailing around. Today it was work, but it was managed work.

    I even did a sixth 500m a bit faster, and yes, it was still controlled.

    So, it’s coming together. I can see it now. Maybe six to nine months away, but the direction is right: more gym work, more strength work, and more controlled rowing at the speeds that matter.

    Right. Time to go and do some work.

    This is The Sub-7 Experiment — and I can see it now.

  • Switching On Before the Meeting

    One day on from yesterday’s realisation and I’m already seeing the difference.

    I’ve got another potentially tricky meeting today, so I leaned straight back into the thing I know works: move first.

    Old coach-slash-head-shrink GPT laid out a 30-minute session. A few minutes of gentle warm-up, then some mildly paced intervals. Nothing major, nothing draining or heroic. Not hectic, not heavy. Just enough to switch me on.

    And it’s done exactly that. I feel ready to go now.

    The point of this one wasn’t fitness gains or split times. It was mental health and headspace: using the rower to take the edge off, so I can walk into the meeting calmer, sharper, and in control.

    Now it’s time to get ready for work and do what I need to do.

    This is The Sub-7 Experiment: using movement to switch the lights back on.

  • Mojo, Meetings, and What Actually Matters

    I haven’t written for a while.

    It’s been tough. Most of December, all of January, and the first bit of February I’ve been coming up here “looking for my mojo.” I’m not even sure I ever had a mojo in the first place, but it became the story in my head: I’ve lost it.

    It hasn’t helped that it feels like it has rained every day this year where I live. The sun barely shows up. I also think I put too much stock in the idea that once I had a rowing machine in the shed, everything would click and I’d train every day.

    On top of that, the new process I built in December – WHOOP scores into ChatGPT, get a tailored session – hasn’t been working the way I hoped. Not because the logic is bad, but because of how I react to it.

    When ChatGPT looks at my WHOOP recovery and sleep and says, “easy day today,” I treat that as a full stop. “Right, that’s it, we’re done.” No movement. No walk. Nothing. It’s basically become an easy out, and I’ll always find an easy out if you give me one.

    The “mojo hunt” has turned into the same thing. If I tell myself I’m looking for my mojo and I can’t find it, then I have an excuse to sit on the back foot and do nothing.

    I still want to row. I still want a sub-7 2,000 metres. That goal hasn’t changed. What I’ve lost sight of is that exercise, for me, is about far more than chasing a single number on the monitor.

    The rowing – and the moving in general – is primarily about my mental health.

    Case in point: earlier this week I was heading into a potentially confrontational meeting. I knew the people in the room probably weren’t going to like what I had to tell them. The old me would have carried that anxiety all day.

    Instead, I went into the shed.

    I told ChatGPT about the meeting and asked for a workout that would help channel the adrenaline and set me up properly. It came back with a plan that turned out to be perfect. By the time I’d finished the row, the energy was controlled, not chaotic.

    I hadn’t even called the meeting – someone else had – but when it started I decided I was going to drive it. I would control the narrative. Everyone would get their say, everyone’s points would be noted, but at the end of the day there were only two options on the table. They could go one way or the other. That’s it.

    I went in with that calm, directed energy from the row and nailed it.

    Fast forward two days. I’ve just come out of the shed after another row and another thinking session, and the penny has finally dropped:

    I never had “mojo” in the first place. What I had was movement. When I move, I look after myself. When I stop, everything starts to fog over.

    My mental health depends on exercise. Full stop.

    And so what if I’ve put on a few pounds lately. That does not define me. What defines me is the state of my head and my ability to deal with things calmly and rationally – whether that’s work stuff, dad stuff, husband stuff or just being a decent friend. That is what counts.

    The next step isn’t hunting for some mystical spark. It’s much simpler and much more boring:

    • Go outside, even when it’s raining.
    • Get back to walking.
    • Go to the gym.
    • See people, even if it’s just a nod to the receptionist or a quick hello to the regulars.

    I need the physical work and a bit of human contact. If I keep those two things in the mix, everything else won’t magically fall into place, but it will get clearer again. And clarity is what I need: for my mental health, my physical health, to be a decent dad and husband, and to be kinder to myself.

    I’d lost sight of that.

    This is The Sub-7 Experiment: not just chasing 2,000 metres, but remembering to look after myself.

  • Wrestling With Routine

    My current routine is not working.

    I still think the process itself will work, but I need to change the order in which I do things.

    Right now it goes like this: I wake up, reach for the phone, input my WHOOP scores, see what ChatGPT recommends for the day’s session and then… nothing. No enthusiasm, no drive, just “I don’t want to do that.” Then I get out of bed and start the day.

    And that day has no exercise in it.

    The realisation this morning is that I need to go back to the old routine. The one that actually worked.

    Wake up. Get out of bed. Do the breakfast stuff. Make a packed lunch for my son. Put the gym gear on. Get to the gym or out to the rower. And only then ask ChatGPT for the fitness plan.

    The crucial part is doing all of that without giving myself time to think my way out of it. No lying in bed, staring at a plan on a screen until I talk myself into doing nothing. At the moment that happens about a nanosecond after I see the suggested session.

    So the change is simple: move the decision point from under the duvet to when I am already in my kit, standing next to the machine.

    This is The Sub-7 Experiment: wrestling with routine.

  • Harder Than It Looks on Paper

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    OK, that was a good session. I didn’t think it was going to be.

    My recovery, according to WHOOP, was down in the yellow at around 47%. Not terrible, not great. CoachGPT’s prescription for today was simple enough on paper: three 6-minute intervals at a pace between 2:02 and 2:05/500m, with a stroke rate of 22–24.

    I looked at it and thought, what’s the point? It didn’t sound like there was going to be much effort involved.

    Turned out I was wrong.

    I did my warm-up and then got into the first 6 minutes. Holding 2:02 at 22 strokes per minute is actually a fair bit of work. It ties straight back to what we were talking about the other day: lower stroke rate means you have to put more power into each stroke.

    By the end of the first 6 minutes I was puffing. I took the 2-minute rest, started the second 6-minute block, and I was definitely working by the end of that one too.

    The third set was the most interesting. I couldn’t find a rhythm at all to start with. I was either rowing too fast or too slow. Pace drifting, stroke rate drifting. It took me nearly half of that final 6-minute interval to settle into the groove of 22 strokes a minute at around 2:02/500m.

    Once I locked it in, it felt solid, but it was a much more intense session than it looked on paper.

    Feels good. Off to work now.

    This is The Sub-7 Experiment.

  • Green Means Go

    Monday morning, another good session.

    WHOOP was green when I woke up, and green means go. So I went.

    I did a short warm-up, then 35 minutes on the rower at an average pace of about 2:04/500m, which worked out to roughly 8,500 metres. With the warm-up and cool-down, it comes in around 11k for the day.

    Nothing dramatic, no heroics. Just a solid, steady session and another brick in the wall.

    When I finish my sessions, I take screenshots of the WHOOP data and the ErgData app and feed them back into Coach ChatGPT. Today I noticed something new. It didn’t just say “good job.” It started to ask for specific changes in the data.

    My pace was where it had asked for it, if not a little quicker. What it picked up on was my stroke rate. It pointed out that I was moving a bit fast and that it would like to see the same pace but with a lower stroke rate.

    That probably doesn’t make much sense unless you are used to the action of rowing.

    Inside the rower is a flywheel that gives you the resistance on each stroke. On the recovery part of the stroke, that flywheel slows down, and how much it slows depends on the damper setting. The higher the damper, the more the flywheel slows, and the harder you have to work on each stroke to get it spinning again. To keep a 2:04 pace at a higher stroke rate, say 26–28 strokes per minute, you can “get away with” less power per stroke. To hold the same 2:04 at 22–24 strokes per minute, each stroke has to do more work.

    In simple terms, CoachGPT is asking me to slow the stroke rate down and put more power into each stroke. Get stronger, not just spin faster.

    I hadn’t really seen it nudge me like that before. That is good. It means the coach is starting to care about how I make the split, not just the number on the screen.

    This is The Sub-7 Experiment.

  • The Rest Day That Paid Off

    I thought that having a rowing machine in the shed would mean I’d use it every day. That was the plan in my head: step out the back door, sit on the erg, job done.

    What’s actually happened with this new training regime is almost the opposite.

    Since I started feeding my WHOOP scores into Coach ChatGPT, there have been more recovery days than I expected. Yesterday was a perfect example. I woke up fully intending to do a decent session in the shed, or maybe even go to the gym. But my recovery score, according to Whoop, was 37%, and the advice from Coach ChatGPT was simple: take a recovery day.

    It felt wrong.

    In my head, I wanted to train. But this is the deal I’ve made with myself: if I’m going to use data and a coach, I have to actually listen. So I did. I gave myself the day off. My total strain for the day was only 4.4. Not much happened physically.

    Then came this morning.

    Recovery was 97%, the highest it’s been in a long time. Suddenly yesterday’s “non-session” made a lot more sense.

    With that green light, today’s plan was a decent workout on the rower in the shed: three 8-minute intervals with 2 minutes rest between them, each one slightly faster than the last. Warm-up first, cooldown after. It felt like a well-judged session, enough to make me work, not enough to bury me.

    I’ll admit, I’ve been wondering if I’ve made this whole thing too complicated. Copying WHOOP numbers into ChatGPT. Using the new app on the rower to program intervals, target pace, target stroke rate. It’s a few more moving parts than just “sit down and hammer it.”

    But I think this is just what happens with any new process. At first it feels clunky and over-engineered. Then you learn it, repeat it, and it becomes habit. Muscle memory. Copy, paste, adjust, row.

    Today was a good workout and a good lesson: sometimes the smart move is not to train, so that when you do train, you can actually go to work.

    This is The Sub-7 Experiment, and I’m still figuring it out.

  • No Excuses in the Shed

    WHOOP scores this morning showed recovery way down, sleep way down, and if there was a dial for enthusiasm, that would have been way down too. Previously I would have talked myself out of any exercise on a morning like this.

    But here’s the big change: I have a rower in the shed now. No excuses.

    So I put my gear on, stuck on some banging tunes and went out to the shed for a ChatGPT-approved workout: ten minutes at a reasonable pace, then 3 × 5 minute sets at around 2:05/500m.

    And it was great.

    It got rid of the funk and set me up to finally finish a work task that had been hanging over me all weekend.

    Brilliant.

    This is The Sub-7 Experiment.