This morning I woke up at 6 to make my treck to the gym before work. I say this like I’ve been making the “treck” for months. But in reality, I’ve managed to take advantage of my overpriced gym membership about four of the ten-ish mornings I’ve had it. I’m hoping the journey will be more frequent once it warms up. Results Gym – Capitol Hill is 1.7 miles away and I absolutely love the Tuesday/Thursday 6:30 a.m. class by Harold. I pay way too much every month for this membership FOR Harold. He’s fabulous. He makes me feel like I’m in an intense Broadway Dance Center master class and I sweat my butt off and forget about the Georgetown Cupcake I ate Saturday night.
Anyways, most mornings I dread. Some mornings I don’t even make it out of bed to turn off my alarm. (Sorry roommate.) But this morning, was special. I got up, bundled up and was determined to face the “feels like 10 degree” weather DC’s been sporting all week long. Leggings, sweats, sweater, tee-shirt, knee socks, scarf, coat and gloves later, I braved the cold.
Most mornings, if I actually make it out of bed, I am immediately overwhelmed with motivation and happiness the minute I step outside. (So easy to forget in my bed, though…) Unique row houses line my entire jog-walk to the gym, the Capitol building is to my right, Senate/House office buildings, the Library of Congress, Penn SE food favorites that I hope my workouts work off from the previous weekend… I can’t help but be mesmerized by the ornate history and beauty that is Capitol Hill.
But, this morning was extra overwhelming. This morning, there was snow.
Weather reports have been hinting at flurries all week, with nothing but dry and bitterly cold air. I was able to get out of bed this morning and make that treck because of the hope that warmer weather was upon DC. To my surprise, the entire city (still dark at 6 a.m.) was covered in snow. I screamed, danced, jumped up and down… I was beside myself. And I had it all to myself.
I’ve seen snow before. I’ve played in it. I’ve seen what it does to people – good and bad. But, I have NEVER seen it on the rooftops of the adorable row houses I admire every day, nor have I seen it lacing the empty streets. Being a child of the digital age, I risked frozen, not snow-proof Texas grown hands to make sure I Snap-Chatted, Tweeted, Instagrammed, and Facebooked the extraordinary beauty.
Yes, snow is cold. Yes, it’s inconvenient. And yes, by 7:30 it was beginning to melt a bit and the streets had been cleared and/or covered in ugly green salt and homeless people.
So maybe my 6 a.m. bliss wasn’t the snow. Maybe it was the rare peaceful quiet of the day. Maybe it was the fact that I actually got out of bed to workout. But, it was bliss. Pure, unconditional bliss. Reminding me of my blessings. Reminding me to breath. Reminding me to appreciate those little, indescribable moments of happiness.