On Wednesday, July 8th, I traded my right knee I was born with for a pair built to keep me moving for the rest of my life.

A little nervous. Mostly ready. And I’ve decided to do something I don’t do often enough — share the whole thing in the open: the decision, the recovery, and the return to a life where I move for at least an hour every single day.

Here’s how I got here.

At 40, I tore my right ACL skiing. Five years later, I tore my left MCL— not from a fall, but from years of quietly favoring the knee I’d already hurt. The injury you protect becomes the one you create.

Then, about five years ago, the diagnosis I didn’t want: osteoarthritis in both knees, cartilage thinning on both sides.

I did everything you’re supposed to do first. Stretching. Braces. Injections every 90 days. I lost 35 pounds. For a while it genuinely worked.

Then, slowly, it didn’t. The injections gave me less and less relief. The pain gave me more and more. The math stopped adding up.

So I made the call.

In leadership, we run the low-cost experiments first — and when the data changes, we have the discipline to change the decision. This was no different. Replacement wasn’t giving up on my knees. It was choosing the next 40 active years over a few more managed ones.

My goal is simple: full mobility, an hour of movement a day, and the same energy and enthusiasm I bring to everything else.

I keep meeting people who’ve had this surgery — or are weighing it right now. So I’m going to document the journey here once a week until I’m fully back.

If that’s you, or someone you love, follow along. Let’s do the hard, hopeful things out loud. 💪