by Brian Ansley

Peter 3 (2)The Spartan Death Race is comprised of many unique athletes, having the guts to sign up alone is a testament to the participants’ character.  It’s becoming more and more known that this race is one of the most challenging on the planet.   In order to make it through this excruciating race, these competitors need to show up in their finest physical and mental condition. I recently spoke with a 2011 Death Racer, Mr. Peter St. John. Peter who is an outstanding athlete, and who showed up to the 2011 event ready to take on any of the challenges that were going to be thrown his way. The only difference is that Peter is deaf.

Peter is 32 years old, and was born with his disability. “It has given me a drive”, he said.Peter 1 (2) “Most people don’t know sign language, so it makes it hard to communicate with me.” He is originally from North Hampton, and now resides in Boston, Massachusetts where he is currently employed at Ratheon. Peter grew up with an athletic background. He played ice hockey, rugby, and was on the Lacrosse Team for Rochester Institute School of the Deaf.

He said that being deaf was, “A big role in his life, but never stopped me from doing what I wanted to do.” Peter also has a dynamic racing background outside of the 2011 Death Race. He participated in the Tough Guy Race twice, which he pointed out to me is different than Tough Mudder. “The first time I did the race I got hypothermia near the finish line.” Peter also did an Adventure Race in Vermont. “I heard about the Death Race through a friend. It was on the website, I saw the challenge, and thought wow!”

Peter shared with me some of the mental and physical tests that he endured while taking on the Death Race. He told me that he had to have shoulder surgery before going into the race, which was a little bit of a concern. However, he was quick to point out, “Everybody at the race was really cool, and each person had their own pressures. The challenges were really tough, but fun!”

He continued to tell me about sharing his experiences with fellow Death Racer’s at the bonfire that first night after being waist deep in the frigid river for the infamous pond crossing. He also spoke of the weather and how the menacing rain wouldn’t let up noting that at one point, “Andy threw our shoes in the woods so we had to go look for them.” During the log chopping event, Peter’s log was twice the size than it should have been. In order to save time, he did not saw the ends off. Ultimately, this is what hurt Peter physically for the remainder of the race. At approximately hour 24, Peter decided to withdraw from the Death Race. “I didn’t take Andy’s advice, and take the time to saw the ends off the log”, he said. “All my life being challenged and being deaf, I wanted to show people I could do it.”

I asked Peter what his race future looked like in 2012, and how he was preparing for it. The first thing he said was, “Winter Death Race in March.” Peter is preparing day and night by doing CrossFit, and various strength training. “I’ve got rashes all over my body.” He also said that he will remember to, “Take other’s advice next time.” Also, “To not think ahead so much in next year’s race. I will try not to be so mentally consumed.”

Peter noted, “My mom has been great training crew.” I asked if he had anything else in mind besides the Death Race for 2012. He replied, “I’m not sure yet. There’s nothing out there testing me like the Death Race.” I went on to ask how the Death Race has effected his lifelong “drive” that he has had his whole life. “My drive now is specifically something I have for the Death Race. The Death Race is the toughest race of all. It has the mental component that all of the other races are lacking. All of the other races are a cake walk.”

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by Khaled Allen

When Melissa Erney got back from her Spartan Sprint near Chicago last week, she gleefully showed off her bruises and scrapes, proud of the battle scars she had won on the course. Her friends and co-workers thought she was insane. Who in their right minds would find such joy in the prospect of getting caked in mud and scratched up? Furthermore, who actually enjoys crawling under barbed wire?

Melissa does. It was her favorite obstacle actually. “I loved the crawling under the barbed wire! I was so glad there were two sections of it,” she shared. Now that’s Spartan spirit: unflagging determination and optimism mixed with just a little bit of crazy!

Melissa epitomizes the spirit of a Spartan racer. She attacked the race with everything she had, eager to challenge herself and confident that she could meet any challenges she came up against. Her big heart more than made up for her small stature, and in the face of great difficulties and bruises, she merely smiled and pushed forward. When others might have shown fatigue after a tough race, Melissa couldn’t stop smiling.

Melissa lives in Chesterson, IN with her husband and 6 year-old son.  She trains six days a week using the intense P90X fitness program. A graduate of Valparaiso University, Melissa has worked in steel sales for the past 8 years. She started her intense fitness journey three years ago. “I’ve been doing P90X for three years, off and on…I’ll take a little break, get bored with something else, then go back to P90X,” she said with the calm matter-of-fact attitude of an athlete accustomed to intense training programs.

Despite her hardcore approach to fitness, Melissa was very easy-going when I asked her how she felt before the race. At 5’2” and 110 pounds, she wasn’t worried at all. “If I can do a few pull-ups, I can get my butt over a wall,” she joked. Her husband, Scott, wasn’t concerned either. “When she said she’d like to do a Spartan Race, I knew she could hang with the big boys,” he recalled. So, he signed up her a week before Midwest Spartan Sprint in Marseilles, IL. “It was kind of a surprise,” Melissa said, but she didn’t expect to hit anything she couldn’t handle. The tire drag challenged her, she admitted, but she pointed out that that part of the course was also one of the muddiest pieces.

Melissa’s attitude truly is the attitude that defines a Spartan racer. If you’ve got the guts and the willingness to push yourself, you can get through the races, and as long as you keep smiling and find joy in the challenges, you’ll have a great time. Also, it helps to enjoy being muddy, as Melissa did, especially since the Midwest race was known for being particularly muddy.

Melissa offered some advice to new racers and those on the fence, “Just do it! You’ll always surprise yourself when you’re out there. And have fun!” Follow Melissa’s example and throw yourself into the mud; enjoy it. Melissa is very proud of her bruised knees and skinned elbows, but knowing that the scars will soon fade, she’s already set plans to race again.

by Khaled Allen


Photograph by Anna Pusack

My workout yesterday was supposed to be break from running. It was a strength set of handstand pushups, single-arm pullup progressions, and deck squats, but I wasn’t feeling much like exercising, much less doing such high intensity gymnastics. I was in one of those moods where you wonder what is the point of all this training and hard work. As someone who has worked as a personal trainer, that is a rare mindset for me, and not one I’m well equipped to handle. The only moderately active thing I felt like doing was a long, slow run. I didn’t want to think of it as training. I just wanted to cover ground, and I ended up covering a lot more than I thought I could.

I headed out of my house for a nice relaxing jog around the block. However, instead of turning around to head home, I decided to just keep going. After another missed turn, I made up my mind to try running two towns over to my girlfriend’s house. I had always wanted to run there, just to see if I could. As a backpacker, I love to look back over a range of mountains that I have just traversed on my own two feet. I love the feeling of freedom that gives me. I have always felt that cars force us to compartmentalize trips; you can only go where the asphalt is, and after a certain distance, the only way to get somewhere is in a vehicle. We tend to forget that there is ground connecting any two places we might want to go, and we are free to get ourselves wherever we might wish.

For most people, the prospect of running to get somewhere is ludicrous. You run to get in shape, to deal with stress, maybe for a race, but if you actually want to go somewhere you just drive. But I have always been fascinated by those who run to go places. History is full of examples of people who had to get somewhere fast and resorted to running. Pheidippides, the soldier who ran 26.2 miles from Marathon to Athens, is probably the most famous example. Granted, he died after the run, but I always attributed that to possible injuries sustained in battle. The fact that he considered it realistic to run 26.2 miles after a battle suggests an entirely different way of thinking about distances and the human ability to cover them than the one we have today. I wanted to see what it was like to just go someplace, regardless of how far away it might be.

While I have never run to my girlfriend’s house, it isn’t a hugely daunting task. It takes me about 20 minutes to drive there on the highway, and I know a route along back roads, so I figured I would just keep moving until I got there. My optimist was tempered by two things: I had no idea how far it was (it could have been 6 miles or 20), and I didn’t give myself any way to back out. I wasn’t carrying a phone or my wallet, so if something went wrong, I couldn’t call for help. The other element that played into my gnawing anxiety was that there really was a point of no return, after which it would be easier to just push on, and I didn’t know where that point was, since I didn’t know how far or how long it would take me. It’s what makes an otherwise tame sport really interesting. Would I last the whole run, or would my knees and ankles give out? This wasn’t just a workout anymore; it was a challenge.

The further I went, the more I started to think I had bitten off more than I could chew. I was wearing my Merrell Trail Gloves, shoes I had never run more than a couple miles in at a time, and I was beginning to notice weird aches and pains in my feet, my shins, and my knees. If I just enjoyed the scenery and didn’t think too much about my form, the pains went away, so I tried to let me legs do their thing.

Things really started to get hairy when I actually did get lost. Trying to take a shortcut I remembered from looking at a map, I missed a turn and found myself at a dead end. Luckily, I ran into a burly guy walking a Chihuahua who helped me out and pointed me in the right direction. Unfazed, I picked up my speed to make up for lost time. When I made it to one of the major cross streets, I felt I had gotten through the hardest part and would be able to finish. Heading down this road, I let my legs stretch out, hoping to pass through quickly, but one thing I learned on this run is distances that seem short in a car may in fact be much longer on foot. This road in particular was straight, which made it go by very quickly in a vehicle. It turned out to be one of the most difficult and grueling parts of my spur-of-the-moment cross-country jog. Some of the hillier, more twisted roads, which seem long and tedious in a car, were a breeze to run through.

While I was out running—endlessly it seemed—I had the opportunity to speculate on the true meaning of cross-country. Normally when we run, we stay on a specific, usually circular, course which starts in one place and ends in the same location. Rarely do we run as a primary mode of transportation. And yet, the meaning of the sport’s name, cross-country running, implies that you are going someplace. The Tarahumara of Born to Run fame ran miles and miles just to get around. They didn’t run to get in shape; they were going somewhere. If they needed supplies from town, they ran there. For the first time in my running career, I was running somewhere, intent on some purpose besides simply finishing a race. Having a destination was empowering and helped me brush off my fatigue. I was going to see my girlfriend! True, it was only a casual visit, but it was still something productive.

Pretty soon, it started to get dark, and I worried that my mom would get home to find the house empty, my car parked outside, and no explanation for my absence. If she did, she would call my girlfriend, who would freak out since she didn’t know I was out running either. This whole outing was starting to seem like less and less of a good idea. The only thing I could do was go faster, but my legs were hurting and my joints were achy. I just kept running. That was all there was to do, after all. A simple, easy thing, which made it actually doable.

It quickly grew too dark for cars to see me, judging by how close they were driving past. Running down narrow, poorly kept roads in the dark of backwoods Connecticut, I was forced to jump off the road and pick my way through rocks and ditches whenever a car drove by. Finally, I turned on to the last street before my girlfriend’s house, leaned into the run, and raced through the last mile.

When I showed up at her door, breathless and sweaty, she took one look at me and knew exactly what I had done. Runners are a bit crazy after all. I called my mom to let her know where I was and it turned out she wasn’t even home yet, so I checked the time. I had started at 5:40pm, and now it was only 6:50pm. I was a shocked at how much ground I was able to cover in just an hour. I even contemplated making this a regular way to see my girlfriend. It was a brief contemplation. Maybe when I’m regularly running ultras.

So how far was it? I ended up running 9 miles, which is a long way for me since I rarely run more than 5 miles at a time. I did run the Philadelphia Marathon once, but I was moving so slowly it seemed more like shuffling. This night, I was really running, in the way Forrest Gump ran when he just took off down the road. When I run just to workout, I find my thoughts don’t always cooperate and I find myself contemplating how much happier I’d be sitting at home playing video games. Last night, though, the fact that I had a destination and a reason to get there before my family started to panic made the run something my mind could get behind. Instead of going through all that pain just for the sake of fitness, I was taking it on to accomplish something tangible.

Maybe running has become stale for you, as it had for me. Maybe your usual courses are starting to bore you. Perhaps the romance of covering ground on your own two feet has faded, because if you’re to be honest, you aren’t really covering ground. You’re just running in large, convoluted circles, going nowhere and getting back where you started. Maybe it’s time to get back to why humans started running in the first place: to get places fast.

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Spartan Radio at was LIVE again Tuesday, October 18th at 10/9 PM CST.  The Radio show is taking on new dimensions of badassness.  Returning guest Todd Sedlak was LIVE from a training exercise on Fort Benning that consisted of two large forces using traditional and new technology to determine effectiveness in battle.  Very cool!  So part of his interview was in a Humvee and we did hear some live fire at one point.  LOUD was the order of the day.  (Everyone else was in their kitchens or basements, not nearly as badass, but we can’t all be Todd Sedlak.) 

Click on the button above to hear the mayhem! 

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DSCN2154Want to race for $10,000, but missed your chance to qualify? You still have a shot! The Super Spartan in Glen Rose, TX will be the site of our biggest cash prize award to date! $20,000 will be awarded to our two fastest athletes, $10,000 to the top male and  $10,000 to the top female in a special Cash Prize Heat, and here is how you can get in on the action:

Spartan Race is officially offering a wild card application for anyone who thinks that they can take on the Glen Rose Super Spartan in our Cash Prize Heat for the chance at the cash! Click HERE to enter!

If chosen, you will be notified by October 31st if you’ve made the cut! The Spartan battlefield is waiting for a champion…maybe it’s you!

All applications must be received by Oct. 31 to qualify. Winners will be notified Nov. 15. *See terms & conditions for more information.

Enter to Win:
  • You MUST be registered for the Dec. 3 Super Spartan at Glen Rose. Haven’t registered yet? Click here.

Send all questions to:

[Editor’s note: On a daily basis, we receive emails from racers who have taken part in a Spartan Race.  Today, I got this email from Adam who just wanted to share his story and how the race experience he had changed him.  Asking only that we not use his full name, he let us share his story with our readers.  In his own words and with no edits, here’s Adam’s Spartan Story.]

toronto-20So I wanted to share my story with you…I didn’t want to paste in on Facebook or somewhere for the rest of the world to see as it is you I owe a debt not them. Doubtless you have had more dramatic stories sent to you…but this is mine and I can’t change it.

I am a cop…I have been for quite some time. I love being a cop but sometimes it can be more than a little demanding. I used to be quite a reasonable athlete…used to be…about 16 years ago maybe! But the demands of my job have got in the way, particularly some of my more recent roles. On the 1st July I stood on some scales and saw the number 276 staring up at me.  I am 6’4″ and have a strong build but that was ludicrous. I was scared. I was also struggling to get my breath when going up stairs.
I wouldn’t say I am lazy but sometimes I need to motivate myself. That is where you come in. I found this site and wondered if I could do it. On Sunday I ran the Spartan Sprint in Redhill, London. And I loved every damn second from start to finish. It was actually my birthday (us Spartans are strange people….) and I went to see my parents afterwards with the most ridiculously big smile…and a substantially smaller waist (about 50 lbs lighter).

I am truly happy…I feel great…there are many things that contribute to this but one of the most significant, although you have been totally unaware is Spartan Race.
No surprise…I am booked in for next year already…and I am bringing friends with me.
I have also seen that there is a Beast over here next year…..I can’t help but think I am going to be there too…it is going to take a lot of work but I want it, I want it a ridiculous amount.

Anyway, I wanted you to know what you have done for me and I wanted to say thank you. So thank you.

At the finish line…I knew.

Best wishes…see you next year.


If you have a Spartan story you want to share, email me and it may end up featured in our blog.

by John McEvoy

[Editor’s Note: John McEvoy is a 2011 Death Racer and 2011 Amesbury Spartan Sprint Finisher.  He owns a CrossFit Box CrossFit Craic in Maryland.  He is currently registered for the 2012 Death Race June 15, 2012.]

Are you ready? for a Spartan Race… right now?

315974_10150389170636488_737781487_10570256_910949538_nIn a previous post I did on my website, I talked about General Physical Preparedness or G.P.P and what exactly that means. As a follow on from that, I wanted to talk about preparing for a Spartan Race.

I hear a lot people saying, “Spartan Race sounds badass, I’m going to train for it next year.”

Screen-shot-2011-06-26-at-3.27.04-PM-300x162Next year? Why do you feel like you have to wait until then? Personally, I view G.P.P as ALWAYS being ready. I do not have a ‘season’ and I do not follow a program geared towards anything specific. In short, I am always ready. If the Spartan race was tomorrow I would be psyched. If the Death Race was tomorrow, I would be psyched. Would I like a little more notice? Sure, but I would welcome the challenge tomorrow if the opportunity presented itself. My goal in life is to always be prepared for whatever happens and roll with the punches as they come. There is no program in life. You simply deal with shit as it happens.

296068_10150389170561488_737781487_10570255_2139627314_nI pick heavy stuff up off the ground and put it over my head, I sprint, I carry stuff for distance – ALL THE TIME and I think you should all do the same.

Get your asses out of the office and go put yourself through some self induced hardship.  You’ll be glad you did.

I competed in a CrossFit competition called Beast of the East ( I registered for this event months ago having no idea what the events will be. On Monday they released 3 of the 6 events. Event 1 will be a 5km run. Event 2 will be a max weighted Turkish get up (click here to see a tutorial.)

Event 3 will be As many reps as possible in 2 mins of Deadlift @275lbs for men, 185lbs for women.

How do you train for events as broad as the above? You have to do everything.

For those of you are on the fence about doing an upcoming Spartan Race, go and register right now and start training.

Always be ready. 


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by Michael Vidas, Hurricane Heat Chicago, Class of 2011

n668534842_1928314_7921031I came into the Chicago Hurricane Heat with no idea of what to expect. I was told to show up with a head lamp, two glow sticks, and to be ready to get dirty. I was informed that this will be like nothing I have ever done before. That I will be challenged in ways that I hadn’t even thought of before.

Everything I was told was absolutely correct.

I had never entered a Spartan Race, or any other similar event prior to this heat, but imagejpeg_2_41after spending half a decade as a rescue swimmer with the US Navy, I felt I had probably been in a similar place. I was both right and wrong. I know a few things about pushing limits, and pushing beyond what you’ve thought you were capable of. But this is a different animal.

In ancient Sparta, when the army would roll into combat they would walk closely shields up knowing that in teamwork lies safety.  In fact, the penalty for losing your spear or helmet was a fine, the penalty for losing your shield was death. The group came before the individual.  The famous phalanx was a Spartan invention. Combining many shields into one to form an invincible fortress.  Out of many, one. A mantra so meaningful and lasting that its printed on every single piece of currency used in America. Every person, from Sparta to the Middle East, that walks into combat knows that the person next to them is, at that moment, is the most important person in the world. This is the order of the day at a Spartan Hurricane Heat.

294284_287381724624262_100000573118806_1073019_193945489_nThe Hurricane Heat isn’t a race. That was made apparent at the very beginning. There were no clocks, there were no timing chips. Just a bunch of athletes from different backgrounds with a desire to overcome anything that we encountered. And overcome we did.

A pitch black night, our paths lit only by the headlamps of 20 other strangers, we took off into the Illinois woods. While travelling through knee deep mud and chest high water, we were directed around the course by our Spartan staff leader completing various obstacles and always, ALWAYS moving as unit. If one of us couldn’t run, we would all walk, if one couldn’t walk, we would all crawl, and if one couldn’t crawl, we would carry them. Out of many, one.310861_287382051290896_100000573118806_1073026_2090715564_n

In my life, I have completed many, many obstacle courses built by some of the hardest people on earth. I’ve even done them everywhere from Iraq to Maine, from Afghanistan to panama, wherever they said go, I went. I have never been presented with the challenges of this hurricane heat. A cargo net is one thing, a cargo net while holding an egg in one hand and being faced with the added challenge of having two out of our unit of 22 not being able to touch the net, makes it insanely more complicated.

299318_287380474624387_100000573118806_1072993_1494335144_nNothing put before us was impossible. Nothing put before us was easy. We accomplished every task, we did every burpee. We started as a bunch of athletes on a field, we ended as one TEAM of very muddy Spartans.

Out of many, one.


by Carrie Adams

292020_10150321055656861_251061411860_8578010_1103257408_nApparently, MUD is the order of the season when it comes to Spartan Race and it came in mass quantities at our Chicago Spartan Sprint at Insane Terrain Park in Marseilles, IL.  With a night Hurricane Heat Friday the 4th and a full day of over 4,000 runners Saturday October 15th complete with PINK touches for Chicagoland Susan G. Komen, the course was rocking and the runners were rolling (in mud)! 

The Hurricane Heat hit new levels of insanity for our 100 participants. Joined by Spartan Race founders Joe D, Andy Weinberg, Mike Morris and staffers Shonda Morris, myself and Tom McCormack we faced obstacles, team challenges and memorization in the chilly, cold, and wet Illinois night. 

Race day went off without a hitch and the nine time champion Hobie Call, 34, took top300005_10150321053786861_251061411860_8577958_380661340_n spot with a time of 40:47.  He was followed by Brakken Kraker, 24 with a time of 44:45, and Elliot Megquier, 23 rounded out the top three with an impressive 46:20 time.  On the women’s side, Erin Fort, 30 finished in 1:04 for first place and Trese McNinch, 29 took second place with a time of 1:06:59 and Lynn Lena, 40 finished third with a 1:10:43 final time.  Here is a link to complete unofficial results.  Official are being finalized now.

320237_10150321051706861_251061411860_8577899_1093167056_nThe course boasted gnarly, technical hills and thick mud from recent rains.  The barbed wire crawl that was split by an 8 foot wall and rope climb pit were unique elements from our RD Mike Morris and Course Designer Russell Cohen.  Natural features of the course included several moats, single tracks, and of course the MUD.  Thick, sticky, and heavy, the mud claimed many a shoe and even a few pairs of pants on race day.  318684_10150321056436861_251061411860_8578031_1107850978_nHot food included TWO roasted pigs, and there was plenty of beer on hand for racers and fans. 

The Midwest introduced us to some brand new kinds of muddy bliss!  Positioned near the spectators was the slippery wall and spear throw, one of our more popular obstacles.  (Tip: Think large dart when you throw our homemade spears.)  Spectators were able to take on a Spartan time trial including walls, spear throwing of their own and the kids had a rad course that took them through the showers before chucking pink balloons at our pugil wielding Spartan Gladiator!  

315809_10150321052891861_251061411860_8577935_964297301_nPink was a common theme of the day, featured pink obstacles, merchandise, and even an 11:30 survivor’s heat of Breast Cancer survivors with donated pink gloves and pink hairspray.  Even the event medals were unique – our traditional Spartan red medal encircled with a pink ribbon in recognition of Breast Cancer awareness month and Chicagoland Susan G. Komen.  Check out our FB event pictures!  Click HERE.  And NO worries!  Nuvision Action Image will have the official images up for grabs in just a few days so get ready! 

For our first time in the Midwest, we sure had a great time!   If you missed your chance317563_10150321050436861_251061411860_8577870_511351172_n to get some Spartan Gear, head over to our online store and order something to wear proudly after your amazing finishes on Saturday!

A big thanks to our volunteers for their help on race day with all the details!  Many more stories about our amazing event in Staten Island, including a wrap-up on Spartan Radio Tuesday night at 10PM/9PM Central time.  From everyone at Spartan Race, we would just want to 300609_10150321055516861_251061411860_8578004_301205851_nTHANK our athletes and their family and friends for coming out to spend the day with Spartan Race.  We can’t wait to be back in the Midwest in 2012… but for a SUPER Spartan next time! 

Want to know what it feels like to call yourself a Spartan?  Get registered.  You’ll know at the finish line.


Thank you to all our amazing sponsors who helped make the Midwest fantastic!  Air National Guard, Reebok, Powerade, Zanfel, Monster, Museum Replicas! 

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by Carrie Adams

Originally posted on my clean eating blog

With all the cooking I do, I feel like my arms are constantly submerged in a sink full of bubbles or emptying my dishwasher. I also travel CONSTANTLY and it’s not easy to stay on the clean eating wagon in an airport so I have to prepare!  (Paleo enthusiasts don’t fear!  You can substitute quinoa for the oatmeal if you like!)

Driving with a bowl isn’t recommended and many an evening I have taken a crusted bowl out of my car and labored to scrub off the remaining oats off the sides working up a sweat. I also need to toss things in bags and take them with me so I came up with the perfect solution. With a glass of milk, these oatmeal treats, boasting 6 grams of protein and 3 grams of fiber per cookie, are as hearty as bowlful and as healthy too! Grab two on your way out the door for delicious, healthy morning breakfast!

1 ¼ cup Old Fashion Rolled Oats (Paleo alternative is 1 1/4 cup cooked Quinoa)
½ Cup Whole Wheat Pastry Flour (alternative: ½ cup oat pastry powder)
2 TBSP Flaxseed
1 tsp. cinnamon
½ tsp. baking soda
¼ tsp. Sea Salt
½ cup Agave Nectar (alternative: honey)
1 egg white
1 TBSP almond butter (alternative 1 TBSP organic peanut butter)
1 tsp vanilla
¼ cup chocolate chips (alternative: dried fruit, i.e. raisins, craisins, etc)
2 TBSP Chia Seeds
2 TBSP Hemp Protein Powder
¼ cup Sweet potato Puree
2 scoops whey protein powder (alternative: 2 scoops soy protein powder)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees
Mix Oats, flour, flaxseed, cinnamon, baking soda, chia seeds, hemp protein powder, and sea salt in a large bowl. Combine Agave, egg white, almond butter, vanilla, and sweet potato puree in a medium bowl. Combine the two mixtures. Spoon mixture into 16 or so evenly spaced cookies and flatten slightly with your spoon.
Bake 8 – 10 minutes or until golden brown.

Nutrition Information per cookie: Calories: 117 Carbs: 19 Fat: 2 Protein: 6 Fiber: 3