Racing Against Time, Outliving the Competition Heading to the finish line of the Ironman is like me getting to the pearly gates. I think that is why I smile every time at the finish. —Sister Madonna Buder She’d made a wager with God. If she couldn’t complete the 2012 Canadian Ironman triathlon, Sister Madonna Buder wouldn’t attempt this insane race ever again. The nun was exhausted and beaten down as she dove into the silvery blue water of Lake Okanagan. She just didn’t want to put herself through the pain and the agony, the torn ligaments and the broken ribs, any longer. Still, for this one race, possibly her last race, she willed her muscles to make another stroke, which they did as her limbs trembled like twigs laden down with ice. The race was actually going surprisingly well at every turn. Sister Madonna was able to ward off her usual stomach issues much longer than usual. She made it eight miles to the finish line before finally, as she likes to describe it in the sweetest voice you can imagine talking about such things, “giving up my cookies.”
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