When the Day Takes a Different Turn

Stardate 10.04.2026

My body is still adjusting to being home.

After nearly two weeks in Europe, my sleep report continues to show that my normal rhythms haven't completely reset. Yesterday morning, that travel fatigue showed up in another way. My brain was moving a little slower than usual.

I was planning to get to cardio tennis, but Luuuucy was blocked in the driveway. I needed to move several vehicles around to get her out, and I simply wasn't moving quickly enough to make it happen.

So I shifted gears.

There was a list of things around our home that needed my attention, and I decided to work through it.

One of those projects was the garage door opener.

The replacement part had arrived while I was in London. I had purchased some new tools as I prepare for the Luuuucy build, including a special attachment designed to reach into tight spaces where a standard screwdriver can't.

This was my first real opportunity to put those tools to work.

I removed the failed part, installed the replacement, put everything back together, plugged the opener in and pushed the button.

Success.

I also reprogrammed the keypad that had failed earlier and had already been replaced just before the garage door opener decided to give up.

It was a small home repair, but I couldn't help thinking about Luuuucy.

The van is still an empty shell. There is a lot ahead of me before it becomes the camper van I have envisioned. Yesterday gave me a little taste of what that process will be like: figure out the problem, find the right part, use the right tool, work carefully in a tight space, put everything back together and see if it works.

Apparently, the garage door has become my first training exercise.

By the time family time arrived, I had accomplished what I needed to do around the house.

We gathered at our son's house to watch the rivalry between the University of Iowa Hawkeyes and Ohio State.

Neither game went our way.

We were the underdogs, and the scoreboard eventually reflected that.

The scoreboard wasn't the most memorable part of the football game.

Yesterday's story included the kindness of the Ohio State coach, who had sent a letter to every child who was a patient at University of Iowa Stead Family Children's Hospital.

That act of kindness came back into the story during the game.

At the end of the first quarter, Iowa made a big play that kept the game close. Then something happened that I hope I never take for granted.

The television coverage stayed with the stadium.

Seventy thousand people were waving.

They were waving toward the patients watching from the 12th floor of the children's hospital.

The camera showed the stadium, and the television audience got to see the same thing happening that has become such a special tradition in Iowa City.

The patients waved back.

Caitlin Clark was in the hospital room with the children, waving with them.

For a few moments, 70,000 people were connected to those children.

That was the highlight of the football game for me.

Then came baseball.

The San Diego Padres had clawed their way into the postseason after spending weeks during the regular season close to playoff elimination. For Game 1, they were on the road in Milwaukee facing one of baseball's best pitchers.

The Padres scored twice.

Milwaukee answered with two runs of its own.

Then Milwaukee's ace left the game as his pitch count became a concern for the manager, who was thinking ahead to the rest of the series.

Milwaukee added another run.

It looked like the Brewers were going to take Game 1.

Then came the eighth inning.

The Padres advanced a runner to third base with two outs.

And that's when I saw something I had never seen before.

The Padres hit a ball so high that it struck the roof.

The left fielder caught it near the wall in left field after it hit the roof.

The umpires gathered together to discuss the play. The Padres manager came onto the field to talk with them.

The ruling stood.

Third out.

The Padres' threat was over.

Milwaukee still had to play the ninth inning and record the final three outs, but the strange play had ended San Diego's opportunity to extend the eighth.

The Brewers eventually won Game 1.

Game 2 of the best of five series is today.

After worship, more family time is coming.

When I look back at yesterday, I think I'll remember the moments surrounding the games for a long time.

I remember being too slow from travel to get Luuuucy out of the driveway.

I remember shifting gears and finding other things that needed my attention.

I remember a garage door opener working again.

I remember learning that the tools I bought for Luuuucy already have a job before the van build has even begun.

I remember an Ohio State coach writing letters to children in an Iowa hospital.

I remember 70,000 people waving.

I remember children waving back.

And I remember a baseball hitting a roof and ending a threat in a playoff game.

Yesterday didn't follow my plan.

It still gave me plenty to carry into today.

"Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it."
— Psalm 90:17

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: "Michael, the Captain demonstrated reasonable adaptability when cardio tennis became unavailable."

Bones: "For once, Spock, I agree. He fixed the garage door and still made it to family time."

Spock: "An efficient use of an unexpected change in circumstances."

There are days when the mission changes before breakfast.

Yesterday was one of them.

I am grateful for the ability to recognize it, shift gears and keep moving.

One percent better. One day at a time.

Live Long and Prosper.

Luuuucy, I'm Home

Stardate 10.03.2026

My sleep score was horrible again this morning.

So was my energy score.

In fact, my energy score was the second-lowest score in nearly four years of keeping these records.

The lowest score came last week while I was in London.

That was the week when I was getting lost, dealing with battery problems, missing my family, and trying to absorb everything I was learning from researchers at the DoNotAge® conference.

Today feels different.

I’m home.

My prayers and meditation are complete. Golden Hour has about 30 minutes remaining, and then I’m going to climb into Luuuucy for the first time since I adopted her.

That feels pretty special.

Luuuucy is finally street legal. Her insurance is in place, and now she gets to leave the driveway and become part of my life.

Eventually, her custom plates will say Luuuucy.

Our daughter gave me the plates as a gift.

I can't think of a better way to begin.

My first destination is cardio tennis.

After spending much of the past two weeks walking around Edinburgh and London, I’m ready for a different kind of exercise.

Walking through London was certainly exercise. Some days the step count was impressive.

Cardio tennis is going to ask something different from my body.

And I’m curious to see what happens.

That’s part of the experiment.

I have nearly four years of sleep and energy data sitting on my watch. Today I get another data point.

I also get to drive Luuuucy.

There is something wonderful about that.

While I was away, Iowa kept moving too.

Last Saturday, the Hawkeyes stunned Michigan in Ann Arbor with a touchdown with two seconds remaining, winning 20–19.

I was thousands of miles away when it happened.

Today, I’m home for the next chapter.

Iowa returns to Kinnick Stadium to face Ohio State in a nationally televised game.

That means people all across the country will get to see something I love about Iowa.

At the end of the first quarter, the football game stops.

More than 70,000 people turn their attention toward the windows of University of Iowa Stead Family Children's Hospital and wave to the children and families watching from the hospital.

The Hawkeye Wave began in 2017.

Today, the fans will wave again.

And so will the Ohio State players and coaches.

Ohio State head coach Ryan Day sent a letter to every patient at Stead Family Children's Hospital before today's game, telling them that the Buckeyes are thinking about them and looking forward to waving.

That gets me.

The opponent changes.

The rankings change.

The score changes.

The Wave remains.

And today there is a little girl named Eliana Gaul who will be watching.

Eliana is the Kid Captain for today's game. She was born 15 weeks premature with spina bifida and has received years of care at Stead Family Children's Hospital. She is now 10 years old and continues to see specialists there.

This is one of those days when several parts of my life seem to be arriving at the same place.

I’m coming home from an international trip.

I’m climbing into a van my daughter helped name.

I’m getting back on the tennis court.

My body is giving me some pretty lousy numbers.

I’m going to watch my Iowa Hawkeyes play Ohio State with my family.

And somewhere across the field, children at Stead Family Children's Hospital will be waiting for the moment when an entire stadium turns toward them.

Maybe that's what coming home feels like.

The numbers on my watch don't get to tell the whole story.

Neither does a football score.

Neither does a travel itinerary.

There are other measurements.

Family.

Faith.

Friendship.

Purpose.

Movement.

And the people we choose to remember when the clock stops.

Today I'm going to climb into Luuuucy.

I'm going to drive to tennis.

I'm going to move.

I'm going to come home.

And later today, I'm going to watch Iowa wave.

“May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands.”
Psalm 90:17

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: “Michael, your watch says you have almost no energy, and you're going to play cardio tennis?”

Spock: “Fascinating. He appears to be gathering additional evidence.”

Bones: “I was afraid you'd say that.”

Sometimes the best data comes from simply living the day.

Luuuucy is ready.

So am I.

Good-bye London, Wheels Up

Stardate 10.02.2026

I'm going home.

Thank you, Edinburgh and London, for a most memorable visit. I will be back.

Thank you to my partners at DoNotAge® for your great hospitality. I'm thankful for the lessons I've learned about maximizing health and wellness, and I promise to share those lessons with others.

There are stories from this journey still waiting to be told.

For now, it's time to pack, head to Heathrow and point the ship toward home.

“May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands.”
— Psalm 90:17

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: “Michael, you realize you still have to pack.”

Spock: “Indeed. The mission is incomplete until the luggage is secured.”

Bones: “And for once, let's hope he doesn't turn packing into another adventure.”

I've learned a lot during these travels. Some of the lessons came from conference rooms. Some came from conversations. Others came while figuring out trains, walking unfamiliar streets, solving technical problems and simply paying attention.

Tomorrow I get to take those lessons home with me.

May you live long and prosper.

When the Story Finds You

Stardate 10.01.2026

This Golden Hour started with the worst sleep report I've seen since I began tracking my sleep with a smart watch.

The numbers were really, really pathetic.

I could have let the report determine the direction of my morning. I did what I normally do. I prayed, meditated, took a shower and headed downstairs for the free breakfast at my hotel.

The greeter checking me in was really friendly. I asked her where she was from.

"Ukraine," she said.

I smiled and said, "Dobroho ranku."

Her face lit up.

That was my first connection of the morning.

Then I sat at the same table with George from Scotland and Santiago from Chile. They were traveling together.

I asked George, "How are you?"

"Can't gramble," he said.

I think he meant "can't grumble."

We started talking. George asked where I was from.

"America," I told him.

"I won't hold it against you," he said.

George also told me some Americans simply say they're from Canada because the accents are similar.

I liked George immediately.

George asked whether I was traveling for business or pleasure.

That's when I pulled Performance out of my backpack.

That caught Santiago's attention.

He became curious about the product and the other DoNotAge® supplements I was carrying. That opened the conversation about why I was in London in the first place.

Santiago was interested, so I showed him the QR code on the outside cover of my cell phone. It took him to my blog site where I publish daily stories.

From there, I showed him how to get to DoNotAge® by clicking the link on my welcome page underneath the photograph of my wife and me outside Blarney Castle in Ireland.

That little photograph suddenly became part of the conversation.

Then I discovered another connection with George.

He's a Star Trek fan. He mentioned Spock and Kirk. He knew the names of the actors.

I had one copy of my book, Live Long and Prosper, left in my possession. I showed it to him.

That was a pretty special moment.

Later, I asked the men if I could photograph them.

They declined and asked to remain anonymous.

I respected that.

Instead, I showed them a couple of my stories about the adventure of getting my laptop adapter across the street. George had something to add.

He told me I should look up the story of how the British electrical adapter came to be.

So now I have another London story to chase.

After breakfast, I moved to the other side of the lobby, set up my MacBook Pro at a high-top table and continued working.

Meanwhile, another piece of the story was already unfolding.

Last night I released the video Alice shot near the conclusion of the DoNotAge® conference. I decided to put it on YouTube and then shared it on Facebook.

That video is different from the other videos I've been making.

It's really a ground-zero video for me.

It explains why health and wellness matter so much to me and why this journey has become such an important part of my life.

I've also been thinking about what comes next with YouTube.

Livestreaming may be my wheelhouse.

I like being able to tell a story while I'm living it. I don't need a complicated production setup. I can walk into a place, experience something, turn on the camera and talk to people.

That's how I've been telling stories on my blog for 17 years. That's more than 6,000 stories about my stumbles, my discoveries, and encounters with amazing people from all over the world.

Maybe video doesn't require me to become someone different.

Maybe it simply gives me another way to tell the stories I'm already telling.

My YouTube channel is still small. There are only a handful of videos, and the page itself is pretty bland.

That's actually encouraging.

There isn't much to reorganize.

I can build it intentionally from here.

Eventually, I can create sections for livestreams, health and wellness, Live Long and Prosper, travel stories and shorter videos. I can make the channel easier for someone new to navigate.

Then a light bulb went on.

Why go somewhere else to livestream?

I'm already sitting at a high-top table in the hotel lobby with my MacBook Pro set up.

What if I simply livestream from here and read today's blog?

The story I'm writing could become the first bridge between my blog and my vlog.

I wouldn't need to manufacture a topic.

I already have one.

And the setting is part of the story.

George suggested St. Paul's Cathedral as a possible place to do a livestream without too much background noise. I've never been inside St. Paul's.

I still want to go.

It would give me a chance to see one of London's great landmarks for myself, and it could become another place to tell a story.

It's only 11:00 in the morning.

This is my final full day in London.

And somehow, I'm already ahead of the game.

Yesterday, I explored the London Transport Museum.

Last night, Alice's video gave me another piece of the story.

This morning, the breakfast greeter from Ukraine, George from Scotland and Santiago from Chile gave me several more.

Now I have a blog story, a potential livestream and a cathedral I've never seen from the inside.

I don't know exactly what today's story will become.

That's okay.

I'm learning that some of the best stories don't begin with a plan.

Sometimes you just sit down at breakfast.

You ask someone how they're doing.

Someone says, "Can't gramble."

And suddenly you're off and running.

I've spent 17 years adapting the way I tell these stories as life has changed around me. YouTube is becoming another part of that process.

For people who have been reading for years, this is simply another chapter.

For someone finding me for the first time, you're catching me in the middle of the transformation.

The stories are still coming.

I'm learning how to tell some of them with a camera in my hand.

And today, I may discover what happens when the story becomes a livestream.

"Let us not grow weary in doing good, for in due season we shall reap, if we do not lose heart."

— Galatians 6:9

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: "Michael, your sleep report appears to have failed to account for the Ukrainian greeting, the Scottish humor, and the Chilean conversation."

Bones: "He's got a point, Michael. I'd prescribe breakfast before making any decisions based on that sleep score."

Spock: "And perhaps one livestream."

Some mornings arrive with a plan.

Some mornings arrive with a sleep report that makes you question the plan.

Then someone says, "Can't gramble," and the day takes over.

I'm grateful for the people who keep showing up in these stories.

I'm grateful for the chance to keep learning.

And I'm grateful for another day to take the next small step.

Stumbling forward, one percent better, one day at a time.

I Found My Way to Wimbledon

Stardate 09.30.2026

This morning I had breakfast at the hotel and stopped to talk with Rafael at the front desk.

He told me he had read my story after it published yesterday at 4:08 p.m. London time.

I told him he was my hero.

Without access to my computer, as a writer, I feel lost. My computer is where I write, edit and publish the daily story. With my flight home approaching, there was a possibility that a computer problem could affect my plans.

I got what I needed from the computer store across the street and went back to work.

By 11:20 a.m., the dilithium crystals on my laptop were fully charged, my story was set to publish, and I was on my way to Wimbledon.

Before I left, Rafael showed me how to use the train and bus information on my phone. The map app could figure out how to get me from Point A to Point B by combining trains, buses and walking. It also gave me clear directions and pickup times.

That was a light-bulb moment.

I could get to Wimbledon without walking ten miles each way.

When I arrived at Wimbledon, security searched my backpack.

Inside were DoNotAge® products, wires, my laptop and a surprise product DoNotAge® had given me so I could share it with my friends.

Then a security guard told me I had been spotted using my selfie stick while setting up a Facebook Live video for friends back home.

I had no idea I was doing anything wrong.

He gave me a ticket.

It turned out the ticket was simply what I needed to reclaim my selfie stick at the end of my visit.

My first mulligan at Wimbledon.

Good thing Mark likes golf.

When I told him I wanted to read a poem out loud, he looked the other way. My camera was hidden off to the side.

I found the full version of “If—” downstairs at the Wimbledon museum.

The poem ripped my heart out.

I felt like Kipling was speaking to me while all of my childhood heroes from watching the sport were looking down on me from their places of honor all around me.

The video I shot was without the aid of my selfie stick since security had asked me to surrender it while I was on their property.

The poem was about the only message I could share without being shut down.

I had also sent a request to a staff member asking about using sound bytes from my guided tour. I received a reply that media was off limits during tours, even for small Substack writers like me.

So I enjoyed the visit and moved on.

When I left Wimbledon, I noticed my phone was about to die.

The sun was setting, and the temperature was much warmer than normal for this time of year. I decided to stop at a restaurant across the street from my train stop.

That's where I met Zarela, a thirty-year transplant from South America.

I told her in Spanish that I have ancestors from Peru.

She sat down at my outdoor table, and we began talking like family.

When she asked what I was doing in London, I told her about my partner, DoNotAge®, and the conference that had brought me here.

She wanted to know everything.

Her interest in the products was connected to a store she owns, where many of her customers are athletes. I gave her the link from my blog so she could access the products at a discount using my LLAP code.

I also told her I would write a review of her food for friends who might want to visit Wimbledon someday.

That's when I noticed the animal picture on her menu.

I thought it was an alpaca.

Zarela corrected me.

Llama.

I pulled out my phone and showed her a picture from my visit to an alpaca farm in Missouri while I was there on a day job assignment.

I explained that llamas can protect alpacas from predators such as mountain lions and wolves because alpacas don't have the same defenses.

Then Zarela asked why I was in London.

I shared my DoNotAge® story.

She wanted to know everything.

We kept talking like family because, even if distantly, we are.

Then I showed her a picture of my mother who will be celebrating her 87th birthday in a couple of weeks.

She lit up.

Zarela told me she wanted to keep in touch and gave me her phone number.

I told her I use WhatsApp when I travel internationally, but I'm still new to it. She had me call her while we were sitting there and showed me how easy it was.

Another light-bulb moment.

Eventually, I said goodbye and got back on the train using my fully charged phone.

The same map app Rafael had shown me could now get me where I needed to go. It combines trains, buses and walking and gives me directions and pickup times.

I'm no longer lost in London.

I now know how to get to Heathrow, right down to my exact terminal, using everything I have learned since arriving.

“The Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.”

— Psalm 121:8

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Captain's Addendum

“Michael, I believe the Captain has finally mastered London's transportation system,” Spock said.

“Yeah, Spock,” Bones replied. “Let's just hope he doesn't decide to learn the entire Tube map before breakfast.”

“Gentlemen, I believe I have learned enough for the journey home.”

Sometimes the lesson arrives one practical step at a time. Rafael showed me how to navigate London. Zarela showed me another way to stay connected. Somewhere along the way, I stopped worrying about being lost and started knowing where I was going.

Thank you, Jesus, for taking care of the details I couldn't see.

Lost American in London Gets Lifeline

Stardate 09.29.2026

This morning, I woke up to a dead MacBook Pro.

Completely dead.

There was one small piece of good news.

At the end of the two-day DoNotAge® longevity conference, their technology team had reset my password so I could get back into my longevity account. I was in a hurry to get to church that evening and failed to write down the new password.

This morning, when I discovered the laptop was dead, I thought I had another problem waiting for me when I finally got it powered up.

Then I checked my phone.

There was an email from the DoNotAge® technology team offering me a temporary reset password for my account, which contains all the new information from the conference.

One problem solved.

Then I looked at the MacBook.

Nothing.

The power pack I had been relying on appeared to be nearly dead as well. I was six time zones from my comfort zone back home, in unfamiliar territory in London, and suddenly the computer that had been my connection to my writing, my work, my family, and the rest of my journey was gone.

This was a problem.

I went downstairs and met Rafael in the hotel lobby before breakfast. I explained what had happened and how important the computer was to my journey. I told him I wanted to live long and prosper. I also wanted to make it home without getting lost or missing my flight.

Rafael listened.

Then he sent me across the street.

First came breakfast. A scrumptious breakfast, as it turned out.

Then I gathered everything I had: the dead MacBook Pro, the power pack, every wire I had been carrying, and my bulky Insignia travel unit.

I walked into Kingcross Computer Center looking like a man bringing a patient into the emergency room.

The man helping me was Damor, from Iran. He examined the equipment and gave me the look a doctor gives you when he suspects there may be trouble.

Only for a moment.

Then he asked to see my MacBook power cord.

I handed him the big one that was still attached to the Insignia.

He looked at it.

Then he pulled off the small piece containing the American plug.

He reached for a UK plug.

He snapped it into place.

Then he plugged it in.

Boom.

The warp engines fired up.

The MacBook came back to life.

The same thing happened with the power pack.

Suddenly, I had power.

I had speed.

I had a lifeline.

Twenty minutes earlier, the system had been completely dead. Now the power level was climbing through 29 percent and continuing upward.

The problem had been the plug configuration.

Sometimes the answer is sitting right in front of you.

Sometimes you need another person to see it.

I took pictures of both men because I don't want to forget them.

Rafael didn't fix my computer. He listened when I explained how critical this was to my journey and pointed me toward someone who could help.

And the man at Kingcross Computer Center solved the mystery for £10.

I'm still six time zones from home.

I still have a flight to catch later this week.

I still have to navigate London.

I still miss my family.

But this morning, something changed.

My computer is alive.

My power pack is charging.

My phone has power.

My password problem has a temporary solution.

And I have warp speed capability for the remainder of my journey.

I came to London to live long and prosper.

This morning, three different acts of help came together: the DoNotAge® technology team, Rafael in the hotel lobby, and a computer technician from Iran across the street.

I don't want to forget any of them.

Sometimes prosperity looks like a successful investment or a great opportunity.

Sometimes it looks like a temporary password arriving on your phone.

Sometimes it looks like a UK plug snapped onto an American power adapter.

And sometimes, when you're far from home, prosperity looks like someone simply saying:

I've got you.

I was reminded this morning that help can arrive through very ordinary people and very ordinary moments.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.” — Proverbs 3:5

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: “Michael, remind me again why you carried every wire you own across London?”

Spock: “Because, Doctor, his survival instincts appear to be improving.”

Bones: “I'll give him that.”

Sometimes the journey gives us a problem we cannot solve from our own perspective. Then someone appears who sees the one thing we missed.

This morning, that one thing was a UK plug.

And somehow, the warp engines are running again.

Stumbling forward, one percent better, one day at a time.

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Caution: 9 out of 10 Supplements Sold Online Aren't Real

Stardate 09.28.2026

I'm waking up this morning six time zones away from the comfort zone I left behind in Iowa.

I'm in London for the first time, and I've been lost at least once every day.

I'm doing all of this for one reason. To become a better version of myself, one percent better every day.

For the past two days, I sat in the same room with people who have devoted their lives to understanding longevity. I took notes, met experts, asked questions, and listened to people who traveled from around the world because they care about learning more about health and aging.

My partner, DoNotAge, brought me here.

These two days gave me a lot to think about.

I learned about research taking place around the world. I heard scientists explain what they are studying and why certain ingredients have attracted their attention. I met people who are willing to share what they are learning so others can benefit.

At age 66, I need all the help I can get.

Especially when I'm thousands of miles from home and finding my way through an unfamiliar city.

The conference ended with a surprise.

DoNotAge gave the partners sitting in the room permission to share news about a product before its worldwide launch next week.

I was given a 28-day supply to take home.

The product is called Performance.

One of the things I learned during the conference caught my attention.

We were shown findings from an independent report about supplements sold online. The finding presented to us was striking: nine out of ten supplements tested did not contain what their labels claimed.

I don't have the name of the report in front of me yet, so I'm going to track down the source before I say more about the study itself.

The question stayed with me.

Where does the ingredient come from?

How is it tested?

Does the amount in the product match the label?

What human research supports its use?

I have friends who have told me they gave up on supplements because they didn't believe they were doing anything.

I've become more interested in the research behind these products and in the companies that provide ingredients to researchers conducting clinical studies.

That's one reason I came to this conference.

Performance is designed to be added to the DoNotAge routine I'm already following.

The product contains three natural ingredients:

7 grams of creatine for strength and physical performance.

4 grams of Nitralis™ for blood flow.

2 grams of NAC to support the body's natural antioxidant systems.

DoNotAge also told us that Performance received Informed Sport certification ahead of its launch. That certification provides testing intended to identify substances prohibited in sport.

A six-month human trial is already underway with Performance.

Researchers are also studying cognitive outcomes and other measures, including telomere length, which is one of the markers researchers use when studying cellular aging.

The research is still underway.

That's important to me.

I'm bringing home 28 days of a new product after spending two days listening to experts talk about longevity science.

Now I get to follow along.

I'll be watching what the researchers learn, paying attention to how I respond, and sharing the lessons along the way.

A disclosure for my readers: DoNotAge provides me with a stipend when readers use my partner link to explore or purchase its products. I share that information because I want you to know how this relationship works. My experiences and observations are my own.

DoNotAge recommends checking with your doctor before adding a new supplement to your routine. I agree. Everyone's circumstances are different.

For now, Performance is available to the people who attended the conference before its worldwide launch next week.

Click here to explore.

If you're new to DoNotAge, come back here. I'll be sharing more of the lessons I brought home from these experts.

"So the Captain has returned from the conference with another experiment," Bones said.

"An accurate observation, Doctor," Spock replied. "He appears particularly interested in the evidence."

"Good. Maybe he'll remember to read the directions before he starts another one."

Spock has a point.

I'm learning to slow down enough to understand what I'm putting into my body.

That may be one of the best things I brought home from London.

Psalm 90:17: "May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us—yes, establish the work of our hands."

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May you live long and prosper.