As you may have already gathered by now, there’s a lot of California craving happening in the Studio these days. Erik and Brie’s recent trip to the Golden State has provided to be a source of serious inspiration. So when we began questioning what specifically we could be doing to channel our inner Angeleno (better work / life balance? More avocados?), we couldn’t overlook one of the most seemingly prominent aspects of Los Angleles lifestyle: hiking!
Hiking in LA is more than just a recreational activity. It’s become an integral part of living a healthy and fulfilling west coast lifestyle: You get fit, you socialize, and depending on who you’re with, you may be forced to charge like a beast up the mountain. Think of it as the brunch of exercise, everybody’s doing it in LA.
And with a place like Griffith park in your backyard, why wouldn’t you? As one of the largest urban parks in North America, Griffith has over 50 miles of trails you can run, walk, and skip all over, right in the middle of LA.
Jumping on the hiking bandwagon proves to have many advantages, like switching up your regular workout regime, getting a big dose of vitamin D, and reminding you of how diverse the city can be. Not to mention that terrain and those inclines do some SERIOUS work on your glutes and core.
As for the cute hiking attire? That just seems like something that comes effortlessly from the seasoned mountain-goers. Though if you’re looking for a sartorial starting point, we noticed a casual common thread among the Griffith Park regulars: Nike’s, a pair of black (or any color, as long as they stretch!) leggings, a vintage tee over a sports bra, a baseball cap that may or may not have been bought in the boys department, and a light jacket to keep the wind at bay, stored around your waist when not in use.
In an attempt to learn the tricks of the hiking trade (and to kick start our post-winter East Coast fitness routine), we went to Griffith Park with Djuna and Drake on a perfectly sunny-but-cool late Saturday afternoon. We worked up a sweat, watched the sun start its descent on the west coast, and got a taste of the casually aerobic adventures that get Angelenos out of their houses.
If only Central Park was just a little more hilly…