Most Wonderful Time of the Year

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.