You’ve likely heard -- maybe even from a medical professional -- that “running is bad for your knees.” But robust scientific evidence, including X-rays, MRIs, population surveys and long-term data, tells a different story: recreational running doesn’t increase the risk of hip or knee osteoarthritis (OA). In fact, it may reduce it.
Nebraska powers the nation. We are pioneers of homegrown energy and innovation. The One Big Beautiful Bill unleashes Nebraska’s power to fuel the world. It invests in what works and removes what holds us back. It gives energy producers the backing to power the Good Life.
As I packed my bags in Washington for our month-long state work period and some much-needed time back in the Good Life, I reflected on the progress we’re making for Nebraskans. Since Congress passed and the president signed the One Big Beautiful Bill, I’ve highlighted the law’s major wins for Nebraska’s agricultural sector, our safety and security, and working families. Now, I’m looking forward to spending the month of August meeting with those who will see the impacts of this legislation, including farmers, law enforcement, and parents.
Well, as I am sitting here at my computer it is almost time for the Otoe County Fair Parade to begin.
Here in the Good Life, we live by a few enduring principles: grit, humility, and a profound sense of duty. And when these three come together in action, they shape a future that is stronger, more resilient, and more hopeful.
Agriculture is the heart and soul of what we do in Nebraska. Family farms, ranches, and agri-businesses are the backbone of communities across Nebraska. The One Big Beautiful Bill helps producers today and lays the foundation for strong agricultural growth tomorrow. It grows our economy at home and will help gain new markets abroad. The One Big Beautiful Bill (OBBB) secures the future for those who feed and fuel America.
In South Dakota and across the whole United States, addiction and mental health struggles touch every community. Yet far too often, people suffer in silence—not because help isn’t available, but because stigma keeps them from reaching for it.
As I drove by a beautiful soybean field yesterday, I couldn’t help but think back a couple of generations.