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...

Underwater running time! I felt like Pamela Anderson, floating along the beach in slow motion…well, minus her famous upper body bounce. I...

First race back: Triathlon des Gorges de l’Ardeche What’s longer than a year? 350 days of rehab. But I’m back. And I’m racing. It’s been...

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...

My first swimming certificate–I’m the little one. A silver lining to the cloud of rehab that continues to gloom above me has been...

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

Running sprint sessions are hard. In fact, usually before I start the first interval I run around for an extra few minutes, delaying the...