Every August, something happens that most athletes completely sleep on. The farmers markets explode. Not the modest stalls of June or the picked-over tables of October — I mean the real, bursting-at-the-seams, can’t-carry-it-all harvest that makes produce managers nervous about shelf space. Tomatoes so ripe they barely hold their shape. Peaches that drip down your forearm. Corn, zucchini, bell peppers, berries, basil, eggplant — all hitting peak nutrition at the exact moment your training cycle needs it most. I spent years treating food as fuel without thinking about when that fuel was at its best. Protein powder, electrolyte mix, the…
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Every August, without fail, something shifts in the air. The light changes. The mornings get a hint of crispness that wasn’t there in July. My body feels it before my brain registers it — a subtle signal that the lazy, sweaty, endless-seeming summer is slowly winding down. And for years, I ignored that signal. I’d ride summer right into September, then wonder why I spent the first three weeks of fall fighting a sore throat and crushing fatigue. It took my track coach back in college — a woman who’d trained Olympians and had zero patience for my excuses —…