I drink some more chicken soup at the med tent and regain my equilibrium then limp off to go get my stuff. I'm so tired that I can't eat and go immediately to sleep. Kristi and mom go shopping the next day and come back with food every couple of hours while I eat, sleep, eat, sleep, and eat and sleep. Even two days after the race I find nothing wrong with me except that my quads are sore. And I found one blister under a callous on my pinky toe.
Ignorance truly is bliss.
If I would have known then what I know now I might not have been in such a hurry to race this distance. I have no regrets. Every last ounce. The finish time seems insignificant now. When it was all said and done I had my life, health, family, happiness, good friends, and an Ironman finisher's T-shirt.