Big Phill Gill
Coming along on this adventure is my good friend Phill.
He’s 26. 6 foot 5 and likes all sorts of outdoor pursuits and flying.
He’s a quite an unassuming lad but when he’s driven to do something he does it.
He likes surfing, and mountain biking, running and all kinds of other exciting stuff that doesn’t really appeal to the couch potato in me.
Oh I’d love to have these active hobbies, mainly just to say I do them. But it’s all a bit to much effort isn’t it!
So one drunken night, sat in the pub with Phil and Dan, I start bemoaning how fat and lazy I’ve become and start to talk about how I’m going to get fit again when I start riding the new bike I am going to get. Phil says he’ll come along, and even Dan says he’ll come out on rides with us.
Well, talk goes from cycling to running, and how it is the best activity for weight loss and, when I say I get bored of just running, talk turns to triathlons.
Uh-oh…….I’m walking into a trap.
So the drink keeps flowing and the talk of the triathlon gets more and more interesting.
3 disciplines. A swim, followed by a cycle followed by a run.
It sounds challenging. The Brownlee brothers had recently just both medalled at the Olympics in London and what an inspiration they were.
Talk of real men swimming in icy lakes, and cycling mountainous routes and then running vast distances goes around the table when I suddenly suggest that we do one.
Wait………….I SUGGEST THAT WE DO A TRIATHALON !
What did I just say?
Come on Phil, say no, say we haven’t got time as we’re bringing our ship out of refit (Phill’s Navy too) and you’re far to busy as you’re setting up your new house and that you’ve never really fancied doing a triathlon and, and …………….He says Yes.
He agrees to be my training partner, and he agrees to do a triathlon with me, and that is where it all begins…..
To be fair, I can think of no one I would rather do this with.
Phil is determined without being pushy. He’ll expect me to train without making it feel like I’m being bullied. And well, he’s practically family (he’s godfather to my son) so it’ll be easier for everyone to hear the news of my inevitable death from hypothermia coming from him.
I’ll let him tell you more about himself here: