Balance, Pedal, Breathe: A Journey Through Medical School

When I was on my mountain bike, I knew that perseverance would pay off,

that every uphill climb would end, that I could handle sudden drops and quick swerves

and even most of the rocks that might appear in the road. My biking skills seemed irrelevant to learning medicine,

but if nothing else, they kept my self-esteem off the floor.

When she received her acceptance to medical school, Claire Unis was an idealistic twenty-two-year-old waitress living in a small town in the Eastern Sierra. She...