Two hundred bucks was all it took. Even then it wasn’t much but it was all The Age would pay to have him swim the 25 miles from Port Arlington to Frankston, Port Phillip Bay, Melbourne. It was a race the Melbourne paper had sponsored and for which they were struggling to get a field. It was a small fee indeed, agreed one night on the drink with his journalist mates, that started a middle-aged obsession for the remainder of Des Renfords’ life.
The humble kebab, that staple of the late night drunk, has become my focus in these last days of preparation for my Catalina Channel swim. Not just any kebab, my kebab is made of big juicy pieces of meat done to perfection and swivelling freely on a ramrod straight skewer and it's making a huge improvement to the way I swim.
Like bipolar disorder there should be two categories for the condition we know as 'did not finish'. DNF1 might be for not finishing for circumstances beyond the swimmers control. The other might be much harsher.