Returning from the absolute rock bottom of the Asia World Cups was brutal. However, I actually came home with a renewed sense of direction…

Despite the brutal training crash in March, the lead-up to the World Cups was actually a massive positive. I managed to regather myself, and the taper went significantly better than it did before Pan Ams. I was satisfied with my preparation and confident in the work I had put in. After working through the recent setbacks with a sports psychologist, my head was finally in the right place…

The anxiety I felt at the end of the Bromont camp was entirely justified. We did not fully taper for the Pan American Championships in February. Before even boarding the flight to Santiago, Chile, I felt pretty spent. We were told that a lessened load just a couple of days before the competition would be enough to freshen us up…

Heading into January, I was finally regaining my momentum. My gym numbers were climbing, my baseline strength was returning, and I felt ready to properly rebuild after a disastrous December. Then, a massive curveball hit. I received exactly one week of notice from my coach for a mandatory training camp in Bromont, Canada. I had to immediately pivot, buy last-minute flights, and scramble to get my equipment across the border…

The adrenaline of the London 3 Day eventually wore off, and my body forced the crash I had been trying to outrun. I spent the entirety of November severely ill. The physical toll of racing while my system was redlining had finally caught up with me…

After the broken hand and the missed Nationals in August, the goal shifted from peaking to rebuilding. That rebuild was supposed to be quiet, but instead, it accelerated into an invite to the London3Day at the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park. This exhibition race was an exciting way to get back on my feet and return to the international stage…

Just a week and a half after breaking my thumb, I flew to Colorado Springs for our planned altitude acclimation camp ahead of the National Championships. I was in a cast, and everything had become a nuisance. Simple tasks were suddenly difficult, and normal training was impossible. I was hoping a change in scenery would help me break free from the frustration…

Coming off the high of a career-best result in the first half of the Summer Slam, the second half of the series was a stark reminder of how quickly things can change in this sport. The rollercoaster of elite racing is relentless, and the final days of the series took me on a wild ride.

Confidence is a strange thing in sport. I came into the LA Summer Slam race series fresh off a perfect, unbeaten run in Trexlertown. I knew I had good form. But as the start list for the three-week, twice-a-week series was finalized, a new wave of nerves hit me. This wasn't just a local race; the best in the world were here. The former Keirin World Champion, the former 200m World Record Holder, and a deep list of Olympians and world-class competitors. My confidence from T-Town was suddenly facing its ultimate test…

In elite sport, you become accustomed to a certain level of uncertainty. Your performance is constantly measured, your position always earned. But nothing can truly prepare you for the day the entire structure you've built your dreams upon suddenly shifts beneath your feet…

There’s a certain feeling you get returning to a place you used to call home. For four years, the Valley Preferred Cycling Center was my office, my training ground, and my community. This past June, I flew back for two weeks to race the UCI Class 2 events on June 13th and 20th, and it felt like a homecoming…

Rolling up to the start line of a major international championship while wearing the Team USA kit is an honor that’s hard to put into words. This past April, I arrived at my second Pan American Championships in Asuncion, Paraguay. It was the first time I had represented Team USA at a major international competition since 2022, and I had clear goals: a podium in the Team Sprint and new personal bests in the Sprint and Keirin. I felt ready…

February for a track sprinter isn't about easing into the season; it's about proving yourself. This year, it meant a crucial, two-week assessment camp ahead of the Pan American Championships. But my preparation was derailed. Just two weeks before the camp, I fell extremely ill, spending an entire week off the bike, fighting a fever and wondering if my form would evaporate. But it doesn't matter. The timeline is fixed. They are assessing you, no matter what…

As an athlete, you spend countless hours optimizing your physical performance. We obsess over watts, nutrition, recovery protocols, and sleep. But one of the most critical performance enhancers isn't found in the gym or on the track: it's the feeling of being safe in your own home…

One of the most exciting parts of being in the national program is the access to world-class resources. So, when we took our first team trip down to San Diego from September 23rd to 25th, I was genuinely thrilled. We were headed to Point Loma Nazarene University to work with our strength coach, Antonio, and go through a battery of formal physiological tests. For me, this was a first. I had never been in a true performance lab, and I couldn't wait to see what the numbers would say…

In the life of a sprinter, every training session is a calculated risk. We spend our days pushing the absolute limits of speed and power, and we understand that crashes are a part of the sport. But usually, you expect them on the velodrome, inches from another rider at 45 miles per hour. You don’t expect them on a sunny Wednesday afternoon in a parking lot…

The hum of a new city, the unfamiliar layout of a new apartment, the challenge of finding my new routine, these are the hallmarks of a big move. But this wasn’t just any move. This was a calculated, deliberate step onto the direct path toward my ultimate goal: the 2028 Los Angeles Olympic Games…

For nearly two years, my identity as a Team USA athlete had been on pause. I was focused on finishing my computer science degree, training hard, but disconnected from the international racing circuit I had once been a part of. Then, a message on WhatsApp from head coach Erin Hartwell. The ask: rejoin the team in Trinidad & Tobago for a UCI race. The timeline: two weeks…