Okay, she's not dead (thank heavens). It's more like I'm eulogizing our relationship. My trainer, Angela, is leaving the gym in two weeks to start her own training business.
I am of course excited for her (and told her I knew a good writer who would give her a client testimonial if she needed one), and I know she's going to do just fine. But I'll definitely miss her.
When she told me this at the gym the other day, she said she was glad she saw me in person because she didn't want to have to tell me this over the phone, and that "It's been a joy."
Which is flattering, given that she deserves the lion's share of the credit for the 30 pounds I've lost. Seriously, I couldn't have done it without her.
I do have a few sessions left, and Anglea gave me recommendations for trainers who she felt would challenge me, but I wasn't planning on using them anytime soon anyway. We'll just wait and see.
So, Angela, if you're reading this (and I know you're not, because you hate the internet), I wish you the very best of luck and I owe you a huge debt of gratitude for helping me uncover the girl I used to be.
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Wow, I feel like I'm going to miss her and I don't even know her. I'm glad you had such a positive influence in your life at such an important time.
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