I forced myself out of bed at dark thirty on Tuesday morning for a run. Forced because it was 63 degrees at 5 am and I was pretty sure it was the last one of those we were going to get. My suspicions were confirmed by Tuesday night. After a day of rain showers, it felt like December and the chill has continued throughout the week.
So there I am, running along so thankful for a warm morning, yet simultaneously dreading the impending cold weather. And I can feel it - the bad attitude coming about winter running. I haven't had to break out my Lulu Alpine tights yet and I can't say I'm looking forward to that. The layering, the gloves the ear warmers.
I turn the corner from 31st to O Street and there she is, the best Christmas decoration in the history of ever, perfectly illuminating the bay window of a gorgeous Georgetown row home, ever so "frag-ee-lay."
That's all it took to snap me out of my bad attitude and remind myself that it's "the most wonderful time of the year!" So bring it winter - I'm ready for you, as long as you're served with a side of the holidays.