Motivation is fleeting. Discipline and commitment, hard fought virtues. You’ll forgive my despair then, when this morning’s ride was cut short. Why, you ask?

Mechanical? No.

Weather? Good guess.

Of course, an injury crash. You would think.

No. None of these.

The day when climbing motivation landed early and hard, it was as quickly and completely squashed. I forgot my helmet. The realization struck on my way to the Big Rock Trail while half way up Cowles Mountain Service Road.

This is bullshit! Motivation at an all time high and unprepared. How could this have been? The dang thing was in my hands to grab my my gloves and glasses. They made the ride.

I’ll try again soon. With a helmet. Maybe. We’ll see if motivation returns. Hopefully it won’t get stolen.