It’s my first summer in Spain and I’m realizing why they have siesta. The temperature often hits over 30C and when it gets up to 37C I...

Eleven weeks ago I was on the ground in tears waiting for an ambulance. A car blitzed through a stop sign, knocked me off my bike, and...

It’s been five weeks. I was putting away a freshly folded cycling jersey and it became clear how bad things were. I had been “staying...

It’s taken almost a month for me to comedown from last season. There were seven countries, long-ass training days, gruelling races,...

My life is all about RICE: Rest, ice, compression, elevation. I’ve been staring down recovery road for a while now. My latest detour of...

Couch, series, ice and sadness. Greetings from Rock Bottom! It’s been a while since I’ve put my thoughts into words but here in Rock...

Spot the injury? Easy! VMO spotting has become my latest hobby. My non-functioning vastus medialis oblique, the inner quad muscle that...

Rehab on the rugby field. Apparently time doesn’t heal all wounds. I figured after a long break my injuries would heal themselves. One...

Sunny afternoon on the Ibie river. Rest feels like a death sentence to many athletes. Most athletes are obsessive about training and...

Anti-inflammatories never tasted so good. My interest in food began when I started cycling seriously and feeding a serious cyclist. No...