17,004.8 km to belfast
I had the flu. A full week in bed with the heater and the cricket replays Claire put on for me, which I didn't watch.
This matters because of the whiteboard. Vic and the other old fellas swim every week of the winter, May to the end of September, and anyone who manages at least one swim in every one of those weeks gets their name written on a whiteboard Vic keeps in the boot of his car. That's it. That's the prize. They take a photo of it.
I missed a whole week, Monday to Sunday. Vic was very sorry about it, in a way that made it clear rules are rules.
Kirra's stopped too. On Monday, my first morning back, she got out after eight lengths with blue lips and said, "See you in October, Yellow Cap."
106.2 km. Lachie says the pin is in the Wollemi, where they found the pines. Under 17,000 by this time next week if I keep going, and I'm going.