Last year was bad. Not missed-a-few-intervals bad, but proper life-got-in-the-way bad. Riding happened when it could, not when it should. I squeezed in a few races, stole the occasional weekend, maybe five in total, and consoled myself that there are such summers.
February is the month when cyclists face a cruel paradox. The more you train, the more you risk getting sick. After the holiday excesses and winter colds, many riders return to structured training, only to find themselves catching a cough, sore throat, or worse. The…
Winter is when cyclists either quietly fix their bodies, or carry the same limitations straight into spring and blame their position, their coach, or their genetics. With volume down and intensity controlled, the off-season is the rare window where mobility work actually sticks.
Indoor cycling has its place. Mostly when the weather outside looks like something you’ve read in the Book of Revelation. Ice, sideways rain, wind strong enough to rearrange your furniture. That’s where any sane person draws the line. At that point, riding indoors stops being…
