Swimming 37:00 [2] 1.0 km (37:00 / km)
The sure return-to-winter symbol of a swim under the night sky (although winter looks like it's going to feel a long way away around this time next week), the product of today's complicated logistics which started with an early flight out of Hobart. (Why is it that, whenever you set an alarm for an early morning flight, you invariably wake up at least an hour before the alarm goes off?). The first few laps seemed to take forever, but got into a reasonable rhythm eventually, and a bit less slow than my last few attempts at this.
