Every morning I go for a hike in the Hollywood Hills.
I know that sounds glamorous, and sure I see my share of celebrities (including a hastily powerwalking Lisa Rinna) but it’s actually mostly sweaty.
I started hiking in late 2020 during the p________
I’m sorry, I can’t say that word anymore. I keep hearing people say, in real life conversation, “during the pandemic” and I just can’t take anything they say seriously after that statement. It’s so trite and obnoxious, because it’s usually bookended by some good thing that happened while people were locked inside their homes.
think of all those sourdough starters that are molding in people’s cabinets after they gave up trying to bake
I started hiking because I could finally go back to Starbucks and get an iced coffee as the Lord intended, and I liked the idea of getting a little walk in.
One day, probably in October 2020, I found a trail that went up the canyon behind Ventura Blvd in Studio City and followed it. As I went up a narrow path, catching altitude, I saw a fox that was speeding up the hill. I followed the fox as far as I could go, and when the fox disappeared, I kept going up the trail.
And what a sight it was! Full, panoramic views of the San Fernando Valley and Mulholland Drive, the city sunken below.
I took a picture at the top of the hill before the twisted descent, and was surprised the hike dumped me out right on Laurel Canyon Boulevard.
Looping back through the neighborhood, I got to my car, exhilarated, and a new habit was born.
Most days since then where I’ve been in town I’ve done this hike. I’ve used it as an opportunity to spend time with friends and loved ones, take phone calls, clear my head for the day ahead, and eventually bring my dog along with me.
It’s the single best habit I have in my life, and it’s one I want to continue for the rest of it.