C is for Cookie

A while ago now, well it must have been 40 days, we asked you what you gave up for Lent.

There was no consensus, with as many votes for "other" as the nuns' old favourites of cookies. No-one gave up beer, which we suppose was a bit of a surprise. No-one forgave candy for 40 days, which on the face of it might sound surprising but on reflection was likely not. Giving up candy would by definition (it could be argued) also mean Sports Beans and gels, and with the Lenten period encompassing nearly all of the pre-Boston twenty-milers and The Moose 25 K, well, giving up candy would be like giving up caffiene or oxygen and there'd still be a pile of bonked triathletes at the corner of Bissett Road! As for the person who gave up EPO-CERA for Lent; well we commend the long, pre-season depuration period but expect Murph' round your door any day now.

The TA said no cookies and no chocolate. This did have the unintended consequence of making made life slightly harder as now chocolate gels were prohibited on those twenty-milers! Anyway, we made it through, the occasional mirage of a bowl of chocolate ice-cream with Jaffa Cake eyes and Chocolate Fingers wandering off into the sunset notwithstanding. However, in the bleakest cookie-free moments, life started to feel a bit, well, dystopian.....

Anyway, Cookies are afraid of people, not people afraid of Cookies, they aren't a banned food (and in fact may be a little highbrow) and the cheery little video up top reflects our childish glee now we're allowed back in the cookie jar; and that chocolate/cherry Carboom is going to taste so good on this morning's run (or at least as good as any gel has any right to taste).

Happy Easter

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Oh, and it's not a good idea to microwave Elmo. Just sayin', s'all.....