i snuck out on a ride this afternoon, just a quick one before the rain started. i love that there is a killer loop right from my house. i get curvy wooded roads, views of the water and the mountains, a few hills and an espresso stop on the way home. at the coffee shop, i borrowed a pen and the barista gave me a piece of scrap paper so that i could jot down whatever popped up while i was peddling. 1. the past few weeks, i’ve lost the fun element of what i’m doing. it’s hard, yes. and sometimes the first thing to go when that happens is the joy of the thing you’re doing. i can shift that. i can bring back the fun, the joy. it’s not entirely gone, but it’s certainly waning. 2. there is always, always, always time for a ride. or a walk or a run. moving and taking a break from the screen flips a switch and i’m usually able to make some kind of progress when i sit back down to work. 3. the right tools make all the difference. when i moved to seattle, i treated myself to a good pair of 3/4 bibs and a rain jacket from velocio. they are worth every penny. if i’m comfortable riding in the rain, i’ll fucking go for a ride in the rain.