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By Ben Greenfield It’s no secret that I am a fan of intricate, somewhat OCD morning routines. From waking up to take HRV measurements and gratitude journaling to lovingly filtering my coffee through a stainless steel filter, to performing intranasal, in-ear and retinal light therapy to using a squatty potty, an infrared sauna and a touch of Kundalini yoga, my morning routine has continually evolved as the science of beginning one’s day with an optimized body and brain gets better and better. As I highlight in my last article on my morning routine, I used to do a 10-15 minute series of yoga and calisthenic moves as the hot water brewed for my coffee: a seemingly perfect way to get the breath

By Selene Yeager For me, it always starts in my knees—usually the left knee, around the upper inside “second kneecap” area, though it occasionally gives me an IT-band jab on the lateral side. It’s just a twinge at first. Then it gets more persistent, sending out emergency flares both on and off my bike. Fortunately, my back never pipes up, but for most of my riding friends, that’s where they receive their warning shots and lingering aches and pains. I heard from three of them this week alone. The seat of this discomfort for many riders can be found, well, on their seat—or more specifically, it istheir seat. Why? Because we cyclists may be able to carve our initials in a windowpane with our