We had the opportunity to ride the Burgy Bullet snowmobile trails with a tour guide this weekend. Jeff Fowler, a Voke alum, took JD and I, Heather and Pete, Dr. Mike and a few others at the ungodly hour of 8 am on Sunday.

It was worth it.

These trails were a dizzy rollercoaster of up up up then swoooosh down then up up up, then weeeeeeeeeeee down. That wee little dot down there? That’s Heather. See the bridge she just crossed? The snowmobilers build and maintain them--awesome awesome work they do. So cool that they let us use the trail system they’ve developed.

The Williamsburg trails are more exposed then the Conway system, and the hills are bigger. Way bigger. We all trudged up a giant ass hill on the way out--the sherbertesque snow was too soft to ride, but on the way back the giant ass hill  was a mere 8 second downhill.

I rode well for part of the ride, you know, the down part.

But the up part was pretty rough. You see, I’ve put on some winter weight. To put it bluntly. I’m fat. I look into the mirror, and I think, “I’m fat.” I can’t button my pants, and I don’t mean my skinny pants. I know lots of blogs are talking about weight and being fat, but those are dude blogs. I hate is when cyclist dudes complain about being fat. They bitch about it for a week, so a cleanse, ride four days in a row, run twice and BAM, they drop 23 pounds and are in race shape.

Chick fat isn’t like that.

Chick fat hangs on for quite some time. And it hangs on in visible places like muffin tops and asses. It’s not like I’ve stopped working out. In fact, I’ve been lifting twice a week, riding twice a week, doing a plyo session once a week and XC skiing once a week.

My fat is still there. Not budging. Just pudging.

I’d really like to be down five pounds. Is that too much to ask?

This was a 1700 kj ride, damnit!