Ever See a Chubby Turtle Climb

Climbing up hills has always been a strange addiction for me. Long ago I would sprint up hill - the longer the better. Then I discovered biking up hills was even more interesting. On the other hand downhill stuff is a yawning event...I’d rather stop and have a look around. 

(Note-to-self: Riding drop bars down long, steep roads is stupid, don’t do it!)

Oh yeah! Mountain bike bars are soooo...much mo-better! And yes, my 2002 Gary Fisher Supercaliber-29 is still an amazing bike to ride. 

I’ve recently discovered that climbing hills with and extra 24-lbs of porky-pig fat hanging off my belly is a prelude to harder-than-I-remember efforts to get up some previously easy climbs. So now I’m a (fat) turtle climbing hills. The good news is that these hills are fat burning maximums; often 8-10 miles of sustained climbing upwards of 3500-ft elevation change, which when climbed without stopping seems to melt away the chubby quite rapidly. 

I’m taking my own advice - Get out and ride your bike.