I ignored this, but coming of the bike into T2 I winced in pain as my feet hit the grass. This was going to be a painful run & again, I cursed myself for not putting socks in my transition kit on either bike or run. (You can get away with it on a normal Half Ironman race but this one is different).
From the start, I didnt feel good on the run. My stomach revolted from its melting pot of mars bars, bananas and lukewarm electrolyte drink insufficiently diluted with water and cramps ensued. I did some diaphragmatic breathing - breathing out more Co2 in little bursts... which usually helps, but not on this occasion and I longed for some buscopan (which is my saviour for stomach cramps... hadn't packed it this tim and not available en France).. so I jogged on hoping it would pass. Feet were still burning and there was no repsite from the cramps which were now making me nauseas. I took on some water & then felt like I would be sick - coming onto the 2nd lap I stopped by the side of the course and was sick.. wretching and horrid. It was at this point that I thought that running another 14k was going be very difficult. With retrospect I can look at the situation and think - stop dramatising and get on with it. What goes through your head when you're in a race is different as your running on your limits and rationaliy often doesn't stand a chance.
Things add up to - your feet are hurting and blistered, you're being sick, you've punctured so you're already behind.. you're 4th in a race in which you came 3rd last year.. how can I be doing worse... surely you're fitter this year. How embarrassing... people will think i'm not progressing as an athlete.