Hey, well my names Nicila (pronounced Nicola - which I think is less an attempt at 'creative spelling' and more just a simple case of 'someone forgetting to spellcheck my birth certificate'), basically I've always just planned on becoming a professional athlete living off endorsement deals, and although I'm yet to find something I'm actually good at, I'm pretty hopeful it will work out. That failing though, I'll probably just become Prime Minister..
Prior to hitting the gym like a before-all-the-scandals armies though, I was actually competing in endurance triathlons (ironman 70.3s), with the expectation of Tackling my first full at a stupid young age.. But With training reaching 6+ hours a day and my body failing to reflect all the work i was putting in, it really began to take its toll, and I eventually inherited a pretty nasty eating disorder. That, teamed with the realisation That i'm not a genetic freak who can out run Chrissie wellington, Helped me decide to take some time off from competition. But as someone who can't sit still, I needed to fill the void so I went a signed up to he gym.... And Thus, I fell madly MADLY in love...