Runyon Canyon

In the absence of my beloved Piedmont Park, I've found a substitute in Runyon Canyon. It's not quite the same, but charming in its own little California way.

I was invited to go "hiking" at Runyon Canyon. This is quite possibly the first time my name and "hiking" were used together in a sentence. Hmmm, I had heard that hiking was quite the "in" thing to do here, but unsure if it was for me. Did I need to wear a backpack? Bring "gear"? My friends assured me that yes, in fact, I could wear regular workout clothes and be fine with just a water bottle, and so I agreed.

That day I learned several things:

1. "Hiking" means walking up a really big hill.

2. It's a really AWESOME view from up there.

3. I am much better at going up hill than downhill. Is that weird?

4. Apparently it is OK to go "hiking" in a string bikini top.