Mirror Lake Mini-Tri (Lake Placid, NY)

Big mistake.
I had a serious stomach/intestinal issue the day before and was feeling, at best, ok for the race.
Kelly and I drove up to Lake Placid for the race which was to begin at 6:30. We arrived at 5:30 and I immediately had to use the facilities. I got back to the transition area to set up my bike and such and I had to go again. Not a good sign. I probably should have bowed out of the race, but I paid $15 and I thought I could grit it out. Oops.
I swam really well, but I could feel my stomach cramping up during the 400 meter endeavor. I got out of the water and when I stood up, my stomach made a very liquid sound. Oh boy...
I got on my bike and pushed a tiny bit. I actually did really well for my condition.
I got off of the bike and took my time getting my sneakers and hat on. I stood, ready to run, and I felt horrible.
The thing is, I DNF'ed (did not finish) this race my very first triathlon effort several years ago, and I vowed that it would never happen again. Now that the stage is set, beack to the race...
I , very gingerly, started trotting down the road for the run portion. Squish, splash, squish, splash, bloop... not the sound of my wet sneakers, but of my stomach slushing around. I thought about walking, but for reasons I cannot now recall, I talked myself out of it and continued to run... man, it just pains me to remameber this...
I have never felt such internal cramping in my life. If I had to try and describe it, I might liken it to what I would imagine several knives stabbing me in my stomach and twisting and turning them. Yes, that sounds about right.
I finished the race, consolation prize. I immediately went ot the pub and brewery across the street (not for a pint) and used their bathroom.
I remained in a fetal position through-out the raffles and awards and asked Kelly to drive me home. As soon as I was back at the camp, I went straight to the powder room. Worst night of my life at the camp. NIght of hell. Thoughts of death weren't too far off.
Now I sit here, several days later, still feeling off, and I have the Utica Boilermaker in 2 days. Please, if there is a compassionate intestine god, be nice to me...
Until next time