10/11/2026
TDF 52 — Skidamarinkadoo Saturday! 🚴☀️🐎
Having fun? Let the horses run!
Some of the best adventures begin when you change the plan. Friday night, somewhere between being awake and dreaming, I decided to rethink Saturday’s ride. Originally, I had planned a longer adventure with an option to cut it short around mile 40.
Instead, I designed a 40-mile ride with the possibility of adding more.
A subtle difference, perhaps. But an important one.
I wasn’t planning an escape. I was leaving the door open for opportunity.
Saturday morning arrived with a magnificent Texas sunrise. Golden light spilling across winding roads, cool morning air, and the promise of another beautiful day on two wheels. I settled into an endurance rhythm. No records to chase. No numbers to conquer. Just steady rotations, relaxed breathing, and the freedom to enjoy the countryside.
Every dozen miles or so, I paused to drink, eat, and appreciate where I was. On Alpe d’Huez, I stopped for a little food and some videos. Elsewhere, the wildflowers caught my attention. Sometimes the greatest reward of cycling isn’t how fast you travel, but what you notice along the way.
Around mile 33, a thought wandered into my mind.
Having fun? Let the horses run!
Oh, I was having fun! But first, a reality check. The final ascent toward home would tell me what I needed to know. How were the legs? The knees? The energy?
All systems go! At mile 40, I rolled into home, refilled my empty Tailwind bottle, and headed back out.
Not because I needed more miles. Because I wanted more moments.
The second season brought warmer temperatures, more wind, and some challenging climbs. I pushed when I wanted, relaxed when I could, and coasted down the descents like an eagle riding the wind. Eventually, I turned toward Florence and made the final climb home.
52.37 miles.
2,254 feet of climbing.
Three hours of riding.
And something wonderful remained when I finished.
Energy. Gratitude. Joy.
I could have ridden farther. I wanted to! But another part of today’s plan was to finish with something left in reserve. And I did.
There are only a few weekends remaining before my right knee replacement on November 3. That knee and I have travelled some wonderful miles together. It has been my companion through decades of adventures, and especially through this remarkable year of rediscovering what is possible. It took on major work supporting my recovery from the left TKR.
So I’ll enjoy every mile we have left before its next chapter begins. Not with sadness. With gratitude.
Because the Journey to 90 has never been about simply reaching a destination. It’s about living fully along the way.
Don’t just survive to the end. Thrive to the end.
And when life presents another opportunity, give it a reality check. If all systems are go, don’t be afraid to explore a little farther.
After all, there might be something wonderful waiting just beyond the next bend.
Journey to 90 — Stronger Than Yesterday.
Clear. Calm. Capable.
🐎 Let the horses run!