Today I did two things I’ve never done before: ran 6 miles in single-digit temps and made almond milk from scratch.
Guess which one was more enjoyable?
Yes, I put on my big-girl pants (and then added a second layer of big-girl pants because it was 7°F outside) and I headed out to Eagle Creek to hit some very, very slick trails.
It was so cold the boogers in my nose were freezing. And when I inhaled, my tongue felt like it was freezing. After we finished, there was frost on our hats and shoulders and foreheads from the frozen sweat – it was at once horrible and invigorating. I loved it; I never want to do it again.
But at least it allowed me to eat pizza guilt-free for dinner tonight, and isn’t that really what its all about??
(Oh, and, my verdict on making your own almond milk: tasty, but not worth the hassle. It was really easy to blend, especially after soaking the almonds all night, but straining it through the cheesecloth was a pain in the butt.)