Bon-Bons and Bunions

Ah yes, the week of looooove...Valentines is just days away.
...Love in the air and the men out there are truly overwhelmed with excitement.  Ok, a slight exaggeration.  But the best advice I can give is something I tell the BF all the time: "lower your expectations and raise your acceptance."  Note: I generally use this after I say something ridiculous, but it can have multiple applications.  You're welcome.
And Chris, bless you...

Thank God for a relaxing weekend.  I definitely needed it, and after 2 naps today, you'd think I partied straight through the sabbath.
I didn't...I'm just rocking the haggard look on a Monday like every other normal human being.  Not sure if I'm leading or following the trend....either way, I'm capping it off with wet hair from my workout hours ago.  Gross.  But many of you ladies have been there post-workout when the effort to merely shower is overwhelming in itself.  Adding a full blown shampoo is a kick while you're down.  Forget it.
Yes, I judge myself slightly right now.....slightly.

Honestly, I felt pretty good this morning when the alarm went off at 4:20.  At that time in the morning, "pretty good" simply means you can physically get up without falling, see straight, and not tempted to throw a tantrum or strangle anyone.    
My 6:30 client is a trooper, and despite the snow, sleet, or potential blizzard, will show up in shorts and game for anything.  That's what I'm talking about....combined with my coffee buzz and lack of sympathy, its quite the entertaining hour.  But here's a guy who just weeks ago was experiencing daily back pain and couldn't complete an exercise without being completely winded.  And now,....no back pain, interval training, and pushing himself well beyond his comfort zone.
Love. It.

My own workout followed, and I knew it was going to be a tough one, ending with 25 minutes of sprint work.  I have to thank Chris for his coaching because this is not an easy phase.  My body doesn't feel like I'm 18 anymore (shocker) and the general fatigue, soreness, and minor aches and pains impact me more than they used to.   Even now as I sit in Starbucks my left hamstring is throbbing and I'm 2 espresso shots from offering this stranger beside me 10 bucks to massage it out.
Dear God, I need to go easy on the caffeine. 
So needless to say, when I got home afterwards, I crashed.  Naps 1 and 2 were only separated by an hour and a meal. 
...Just completely spent.

Speaking of ailments, I called my mom last week on a freakout.
I now have a bunion developing on my left foot.
For those of you who know the number of shoes I own and how this could effect my addiction, its epic.  By God it's injustice!  And one reason I love my mom is that she doesn't downplay this panic, but nor does she let me imagine its cancer.  Perspective. 
Meanwhile, my foot looks like one of those horrid pictures in the doctors office.  You know the ones that are supposed to scare you into taking care of yourself.  That's me. 

Back to the Monday grind.
May you all have a wonderful Valentines Day.  Love yourself first and foremost,...and then give from your overflow. :)