Kirsten Ely - Week 1

I woke up Monday morning and started my day with a protein shake. It felt so official. For someone who was an athlete most of their life and then let college and law school get in the way of working out, the protein shake was a reminder of who I once was. Before, training meant being able to hit the ball harder or improve the accuracy of my jump shot… I always thought of training as something I could do to benefit my team. This time, it was different; I was doing something entirely for me… and it was scary. Throughout the first week of working out in preparation for a bikini competition (Gasp! What in the world have I gotten myself into?!), I tried to envision myself walking across the stage… in a strappy little swimsuit and stilettos… and I just couldn’t. But I wasn’t completely discouraged because Stacey could envision me doing it. And, with each sip of my protein shake each day of the week (and each second of incline treadmill cardio), I reminded myself that someone believed in me. If my {amazing!} trainer thought I could do it… maybe… just maybe… she was right.