You ride year round. You eat well. Your bloodwork came back fine. But the pattern is the same every winter. A cold in November. Another one before Christmas. Something nasty…
A box of energy gels sits by the front door, ready for the weekend ride. Down the road, a bag of sweet potatoes sits in the supermarket bin. They get…
Three miles from home, on the little climb you always cruise, your left quad locks solid. Every rider with a story has a cure. Salt tablets, sports drinks, bananas, sweet…
You roll to the café stop, unclip, and wait a beat too long for feeling to come back down there. It always comes back, you tell yourself. Then a smaller…
Three hours into a weekend ride, you leave the banana in your pocket because you’re “being good.” The legs go empty on the last climb, and at home you eat…
The diagnosis lands, and your first thought isn’t the pills. It’s the bike. Every ache after a ride starts to read like a warning. Maybe all those miles wore the…
You know the ride we mean. The same knee twinge settles in, two fingers go numb on the hoods, and your lower back starts muttering by the coffee stop. Then…
John Mandrola is the kind of doctor who understands the fear from both sides. He’s a cardiac electrophysiologist at Baptist Health, and he’s also a lifelong exerciser who raced bikes….
“All those hours on that saddle can’t be good for your prostate.” Most of us have heard it at the café stop or from a worried partner. Then you read…
You sit third wheel on a steady cafe ride, watching the rider ahead. Every stroke swings both knees wide, like saloon doors opening and closing. That rolling style is why…