I am still debating whether to do an actual race report, but the short story is...
I felt GREAT leading up to the race. I think it was the first time I did not have to run to the port-a-potty 10 times before the start.
As soon as I jumped into the water, I knew things were not right. At that point, I chalked it up to nerves. As I swam out to the starting point, I felt it getting harder and harder to breathe. I tried to just float and take deep breaths. When the cannon went off, I started swimming and felt OK for the first 100 or so. Then, the wheels fell off.
No matter what I did, I could not catch my breath. I tried breast stroke, back stroke, side stroke and nothing helped. That was the first time I hung on to kayak. After about 30 seconds, I swam a little more with the same results. Again, hung on to a kayak. This pattern continued until about 300 or so so yards before the Rural bridge.
The last time I was on a kayak (and I have to say that the support I got in the water was incredible), I knew it was over. My breathins sounded like I was a 90 year old emphasyma patient. There was so much junk in my lungs that my breathing rattled. I had no chest congestion prior to getting in the water.
Making the decision to get in that boat was hard, but I value my life and my health more than anything. It was the right decision at the time, and even 3 days later I have no regrets.
Expanding on that thought, I have no regreats about anything. OK, I'm not an Ironman, but I am still a triathlete, a wife, a friend and (I think) a good person. I am physically in the best shape of my life, and am more motivated than ever to keep training and improving.