I am I-R-O-N C-O-O-K-I-E

April 22, 2008

Behold, the Iron Cookie. The reason for going 140.6 miles straight without stopping — only for a scant pee-break. Last year, my sister — aka chef extraordinaire — made a batch of M-dot cookies for us for completing our first Ironman.

This year, after the race, Sarah (my fiance) asked: “Is your sister going to make us cookies?” And my sister Sarah did not disappoint. A few cookies cracked during transport, but hey, every Ironman has cracks in the armor — we’re human.  Not superheroes. Like that other guy.

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