At 67 years old, I’m not supposed to be doing this—at least that’s what the world tells me. I’m overweight. I’ve been off the bike for over 25 years. In 2019, I spent two weeks in the hospital. My heart was functioning at just 30%. My lungs were filled with fluid. I lost 25 pounds in those days—along with any illusion that I had time to waste. I was also diagnosed as pre-diabetic, with high blood pressure. Everything was pointing in one direction—down. But somewhere inside me, something said: Not yet. That moment became a turning point. Not just for my body—but for my life.