We Run LA: Top 5 LA Trails Lindsay DeLong and Sierra Prescott January 1, 2015 Spread the loveWe Run LA Channel Your Inner Track Star and Try These LA Trails WRITTEN BY: LINDSAY DELONG | PHOTOGRAPHY BY: SIERRA PRESCOTT CLOTHING PROVIDED BY: Southern Californian companies, SPF Addict and NEVA. MODEL: NICOLE SANDOVAL, ReFresh Talent Agency, www.refreshtalent.com LA is not a city that slacks off. LA likes to look good. We have the Kardashians. We have the Real Housewives. And then, in a swirl of yellow and purple, there’s the always-dapper Kobe. While some might rely on their wallets or their surgeons to get the look they’ve always wanted, others take a cue from our local athletes. Now, more than ever, Angelenos are lacing up their running shoes and hitting the trails with a vengeance. Due to our spectacular year-round weather, the sweaty gym is often bested for a run under the sun. With the expanding popularity of organized races like the LA Marathon (go ahead, put it on your bucket list), running groups like AREC in Long Beach and L.A. Leggers in Santa Monica as well as fun runs like the Warrior Dash and the Color Run, we have catapulted running into a social activity. One that health-conscious LA is guiltlessly eating up because this meal doesn’t come with empty calories, only a sense of accomplishment and a hot bod. So you! The one on your couch! Put down that microbrew, turn off the “Rich Kids of Beverly Hills” rerun, and join us as we run through some of the best spots in LA to burn some calories. Or if you really don’t want to put the beer down, there’s a running group for that too—The Hash House Harriers. You actually run with beer. Every week, all over LA and OC. It’s a real thing, I promise. Park your car in the small parking lot at the Northern Entrance, 7300 Mulholland Drive. A white Lamborghini speeds past you going way too fast. A Range Rover carrying a family with children gets out. The mom is wearing Lululemon. The dad is ripped. The dogs are leash-less. You enter the gate and start hiking. People are running by you, walking by you, and some are already sprinting after dogs. The conversations you overhear are typical to LA, and to LA only. There’s talk of failed auditions, of new pilots set to air and lots and lots of sure-to-be-million- dollar ideas in the works. You swear the girl who just passed you is a model. You’re positive the guy doing shirtless jumping jacks has a role in Leo’s new movie. This is the Hollywood Hills, and one of Tinseltown’s favorite workout spots. As you reach the tip of the trail you look out onto a spectacular view of Los Angeles, atop another trail is a view of the ocean, and atop another, you’re looking right smack into some pretty awesome rich-people backyards. Your dog is in seventh heaven, as he hasn’t even come close to conquering the 90 acres of leash-free wandering to be had—roams complete with drinking bowls and poop bags. Dogs really do leave this place happier. You silently thank Mr. Runyon who envisioned a paradise for the land when he acquired it in 1919. A place where his wife could ride her horses and he could go hunting unscathed by the tempting lures of LA. In the subsequent years, the land passed through the hands of a number of owners who all had big and expensive plans to develop it, before a fire in 1972 sent those ideas up in flames. In 1984, the park was once again realized for what a great expanse of untouched land that it is, and purchased for use as a city park by the City of Los Angeles where it now lives on as the get-fit-epicenter for all our young Hollywood starlets and their pups. SPF Addict engages cutting edge technology to create workout apparel that uses organic fibers to block the sun. 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Currently limited to a small but superb selection of fitness wear for active females, the line hopes to expand soon, spreading inspiration and change to both the women in South Asia, as well as the women here. www.nevawear.com This long stretch of bike path weaves from Belmont Shore’s Alamitos Bay, or “Horny Corner” as the locals have called it for decades, to Downtown’s Shoreline Village Marina. The path has sand on both sides, so it’s easy to imagine you’re actually running through the middle of the beach…oh wait, you are. You share the route with plenty of other runners, as well as bikers, skaters and rollerbladers. There are public restrooms every half-mile, complete with water fountains to keep you hydrated. As you trek along you see the windsurfers of Granada Beach, the hounds of Dog Beach, and the boats of Shoreline Village. You’ll pass plenty of beach volleyball courts where the locals are often quite happy to put you in the lineup! You trade off running on the pathway and the actual sand as a way to work those lazy butt muscles. And, as if that’s not enough, you find yourself sprinting up the many 60-step staircases that line the route, connecting it with Ocean Boulevard. The path eventually veers south and you run parallel with The Queen Mary. You stop and enjoy the view, soak in the history of the legendary and well-traveled English ocean liner that retired in Long Beach in 1967, then take a deep breath, turn around and run back. If you want to add another two miles once back at Alamitos Bay, continue along the sidewalk until you get to a wooden walkway, which takes you to the end of the Long Beach Peninsula. Your feet will like the feel of the softer wood panels as you gaze at multi-million dollar mansions to your left and beautiful ocean to your right. You start jogging south on the boardwalk as you leave the Santa Monica Pier. A barefoot surfer will cross your path on his way to the water, a cheery blonde will bike past on a beach cruiser tooting her little horn, there won’t be trash on the ground, people will be wearing clothes—well, California’s version of clothes at least. As you head towards Venice on the park-lined coastal trail you will weave through areas of golden sand, palm trees, green grass, and then, when life just seems too perfect, you will start seeing the signs for henna tattoos. The Segways will come next, then graffiti. Before you know it you will be right smack dab in the heart of Venice. A skate park will divide you from the sea; you’ll meet lots of offers for “free” music, recommendations for “the best ‘doctor’ in town, ” and places for cheap pizza. Stop and indulge. Reflect. It’s the land of Jim Morrison’s “LA Woman” and the legendary Suicidal Tendencies. The land of countless lost souls across America who have come to LA for a new life and have found solace in the grittiness that is Venice. Continue your run until you hit Washington Boulevard, have a snack at The Venice Whaler, and ponder over everything you just saw while you decide if you’ll be taking the same way back. As you drive through Pacific Palisades in the Santa Monica Mountains, you’ll take note of the gigantic houses surrounding you. This is definitely the swanky part of town. You’ll reflect back to childhood, about how these mansions kind of look like the Fresh Prince of Bel Air pad. And then, whilst keeping a partial eye out for Will Smith, you realize, oh! that one is the Fresh Prince of Bel Air pad! You’ll continue to weave up windy streets until you end at the intersection of Casale Road and Capri Drive. Feelin’ all pumped, feelin’ all Big Willie Style. Park your car on the residential street, and walk up Sullivan Ridge Fire Road towards the entrance of Topanga State Park. The pavement will lead to a wide dirt road with the occasional biker flying down, or inching up. Exactly one mile from where you started is a run-down chain link fence. You find the gap in the railing and walk through where you are immediately met with an endless-looking staircase leading to who knows what. You decide to find out, and begin the descent into Rustic Canyon. As you clamber down the 512 steps, you think of the history of the canyon. Murphy’s Ranch was built in the ‘30s as a refuge by Nazi sympathizers who spent more than $4 million on it. The ranch was envisioned to serve as a safe haven for the impending doom that was sure to happen when America fell to the Nazis. When that failed to happen, US authorities raided and closed the camp down, arresting the leaders for espionage. Throughout the ‘60s and ‘70s, however, artists redeemed the soul of the Ranch when they stumbled upon its ruins and transformed what was left into their own private colony. In mocking contrast to the original, sinister purpose of the valley, free love, art, and music prevailed until the Mandeville Canyon Fire of 1978. Now, the canyon is once again abandoned, with the exception of you and all the other workout nuts around, clamoring down the steps, ready to explore the graffiti- covered remnants, the graffiti-covered shelters, and yes, the graffiti-covered steps. Always. More. Steps. Once you’ve made it down, turn left to follow the wide dirt path where you run straight into the sort of history you didn’t read about in your 10th grade History book. A shack that used to house diesel fuel, a power station, machine shed and a multitude of paths that used to serve as grounds for military drills, all in preparation for the ultimate Nazi takedown of America. To leave the canyon, either return the way you came, or take another set of stairs located next to the main shack. You take the latter, and hike the stairs until you reach the road coming down from Sullivan Ridge Fire Road. Turn left to follow the lane until you reach a stone gate that was once the grand entrance in its heyday. Climb through the crumbling stone wall and turn right to trudge the 1.6 miles back to the start, a little more cultured, a little more American, and a little more, dare we say, jiggy wit it? You’ve decided to make a day of it. You park at the bottom of Fern Dell Drive off of Los Feliz. You start hiking up. There’s a wooden walkway, a rustic bridge and massive amounts of trails. You stop by a little cabin restaurant in the woods called The Trails with lines out the door. The food, you’ve heard, is delicious and perfectly on par with the homey atmosphere that comes with being just off the beaten path. You’re only a few short minutes away from the hustle of the city and traffic, but it feels just enough to send your worries spiraling into the great void. You find a picnic table in a shady area surrounded by trees and eat your healthy lunch. As you eat, listen to birds chirp and watch a steady stream of joggers getting their workout in. There are so many options—53 miles of trails to explore. What once was an Ostrich farm owned and operated by Colonel Griffith J. Griffith in 1882 has become one of LA’s most popular attractions. Sometimes referred to as the Central Park of LA, you can get lost for days in the 4, 310 acres of wilderness in the Los Feliz neighborhood. It’s home to the Greek Theatre, a 5, 870 seat amphitheater that’s hosted everyone from Neil Diamond to Jack Johnson to Russell Brand in the movie, “Get Him to the Greek.” It’s also home to the Griffith Observatory, which sits at the top and offers unparalleled views of the Hollywood sign, the Pacific Ocean and downtown LA. Continue up and find a trail to take. You see someone doing pull-ups from a tree branch, squats on a dirt embankment and yoga in a mound of woodchips. You smile to yourself. This is beautiful weather. This is beautiful people. And this is healthy livin’.