Wake up 5 minutes before the alarm, as usual. Turn off pointless alarm. Scratch Loki’s tummy as he rolls over his morning greeting. Throw on the shorts and sports bra I laid out the night before. Lace up my running shoes. Take the pups out for a pee. The grass is still wet from the sprinklers. The great empty plains that our apartment opens up to are washed in that early morning glow from the sun just starting to peak out in the East, and to the West the flatirons are just waking up. Finish up our morning walk, grab my water bottle, car keys and a date bite for the drive. The drive up the canyon is quiet, empty…the morning creek trail runners and walkers aren’t out yet. Up and up I drive. It’s a winding drive. You can still see the fire damage from earlier in the spring. Trees reduced to charcoal black stumps. Up and up I drive. I arrive at the trail head. It’s empty. There are no mountain bikes on Wednesday. No runners have made their sleepy way there yet either. I have the trail to myself. I start out on the uphill side of the loop. My legs are sore. I ignore their pleas to just walk up the hill instead because I know soon we’ll be cruising downhill. The sun has risen and it’s beating down on my sunscreen covered shoulders (because, we say hell no to skin cancer and leather looking skin). The loop isn’t long, so I do two. Then another just because I can. I get to run. I choose to wake up at the butt crack of dawn, lace up and go.
Drive home, the creek side canyon trail has filled up. All these runners and walkers made the same choice as me this morning – get up and go. I silently cheer for an older lady, cruising up a steep hill, a dad pushing a double stroller with snoozing babes and a child with a wide grin on his face as he raced ahead of his parents. These are the people who inspire me.
Make it home, greeted by two waggly tails. It’s hot. Head to the freezer, grab a popsicle, one for each hand. What a great start to the day.
There are actually two ways to make the blueberries – one you can roast the blueberries in the oven gently or you can use a pan on the stovetop to make a blueberry sauce. I loved both. I might opt for the stovetop version if its wicked hot in your kitchen, because who really wants to turn the oven on in the summer?? For a vegan substitute, swap maple syrup for the honey and a non-dairy based yogurt (I find coconut milk yogurt is most delicious when combined with Matcha). If you prefer a stronger Matcha flavor, increase to 1 tablespoon.
Honey Roasted Blueberry Matcha Popsicles
1 cup blueberries
2 tablespoons raw honey
1 cup pain or vanilla greek yogurt, divided in half
2 teaspoons Matcha powder
If roasting your blueberry, line a baking sheet with parchment paper, pour blueberries onto sheet and drizzle with honey. Roast at 350° for 8-10 minutes or until bubbling. Allow to cool completely.
If making the stovetop version, heat blueberries and honey in a small sauce pan until bubbling and you have almost a sauce like consistency. Allow to allow completely.
In a small bowl, mix 1/2 cup of the yogurt with the matcha powder. Stir until combined completely. Scoop into the bottom section of popsicle mold (roughly 1/3 of the popsicle). If you care about creating defined layers, freeze this part of the popsicle for 10-15 minutes. Then add the remained 1/2 plain yogurt into the next section of the popsicle (roughly another 1/3). Freeze again for 10-15 minutes. Once blueberries are completely cooled, scoop into top part of popsicle molds. Freeze again until completely frozen, roughly 4 hours. Makes 4 popsicles in these silicone popsicle molds, but amount may very by your mold size. Store in freezer, in airtight container.