Originally Posted by
PeteHski
I would rather suffer cramp than drink pickle juice.
At my most recent gravel event, cramps started biting me at mile 25. On the walking section at mile 35, my legs were refusing to bend. At the mile 37 aid station, I took a shot of pickle juice (I don’t care for pickles) out of desperation. It didn’t magically erase the cramps, but I was able to ride the final 23 miles with only mild twinges, even on the most brutal walking section in the last 10-ish miles. I’m not a pickle juice convert, but I’m open to the fact that there might be something there.