Meet Virginia

Not quite two months ago I got a message on Facebook from Virginia with a compliment that she had seen my before and after picture. What I didn’t know until we got together for coffee therapy in town at Tracibucks Starbucks was how Virginia came across my picture. I just assumed it was through a mutual on Facebook. She had actually done a Google search on the best trainers in the area and found Swift Results web site tied to the contest in Hour Magazine for the Best of Detroit. The last time I saw Virg live & in person was a couple of years ago through the women’s Bible study at Kensington in Troy.

Tonight we met up for a walk. We talked the entire time, and I’m telling you right now: God so orchestrated this new friendship:

• Virginia and I are about the same height. We’re close in age (technically I think I’m older).
• We’re ex’es in specs.
• The interior of our vehicles could be the launch point for a new reality series: CLI’s (Car Litter
  Investigations).
• Abs are a reality in our lives, even if there are teeny tiny cuts. We can see them, and
  that’s all that matters.
• We’re super close in weight (no, you don’t get to know).
• We have the same goal weight.
• Both of us are at places in our lives where old novels have been shelved, and new ones are ready for
  print.
• We both have little heart monitors. Mine is in a drawer…somewhere.
• Virginia and I have no issue calling someone out. She will (and has) stalk a dog owner to remind them of
  their duty to pick up doody, while I will loudly proclaim to any random person about to step onto a piece
  of cardio equipment they might want to wipe it down since the person before them didn’t care to remove
  their doody.
• We both have a desire to accidentally casually trip skinny runners.
• Anne & Marcia will adore her as the third member of the unofficial Royal Oak Oh-Em-Gee It’s a Baby
  Club.
• Train wrote her theme song.

If you would like to meet Virginia, you can follow her on Facebook or her blog “Life on the Virg”. She’s pretty awesome.