Phat Wednesday

Yesterday was the weekly Whistler Phat Wednesday Race.  The course was announced Tuesday evening and it was Dirt Merchant to Lower A-Line, nothing tech just jumps and berms all the way.  This course got me keen to race because I have fun riding these trails but trying to go fast down these trails isn't easy.  In my race run I scrubbed everything I could and peddled really hard in the top section and by half way I was pretty tired, it's easy to hold speed down lower A-Line so I just kept pushing it and tried to stay low over every jump and get as many pedals in as I could.  I crossed the line and felt like I couldn't have gone much faster, I was hoping for a top 10 finish.  I didn't bother sneaking a look at the time and just rolled down to the bike shop to grab a drink. My lungs were burning, it was the first time I've pushed hard in a race run for a while so my body wasn't use to it.  I made my way to GLC for the presentations and got my free beer for entering the race and caught up with all my buddies who'd raced, I had to work at 7am the next day so I didn't plan on partying.  Presentation time came around and as Seb announced 3rd I was quietly wishing my name would be called, nope, 2nd place nope. Then as first place was getting announced Seb mentioned something about a nickname, Muffin, I can't even really remember my name being called all my buddies just jumped on me and I made my way up to the podium.  It felt good to be on that top step and I never imagined I would even get a podium in a Wednesday race because of all the amazing riders here in Whistler.  It didn't really sink in for a while what had happened.  I put the winnings on the bar and gave beers away to all the boys and a jug to Billinghurst who flatted and still came 5th.  I still can't believe i won.  Thanks to my sous chef too for covering the morning shift.