As it is, I'm not an exercise enthusiast. Growing up, I was never into sports, even though I sometimes feigned interest because most of my friends were athletically inclined. You know how people get stage fright? That's how I feel on a field: My muscles tense up and I get deer-in-headlights syndrome. Therefore growing up, my only consistent form of physical activity was ballet. Since I haven't properly danced since college, the only acceptable form of exercise to me now is walking. Personally, I prefer forest hikes or long walks along cobblestone streets in old-world European cities, but Los Angeles isn't exactly copious in forests or cobblestones. There are, however, a number of good hiking trails in the county, such as the hike up to the Hollywood sign, Runyon Canyon, Griffith Park, etc.
A couple weekends ago, I hiked one of the trails in Pacific Palisades with some friends. The Los Liones trail spans 7 miles, abundant with winding corners and frequent inclines but an easy hike nonetheless. The dirt trail boasts gorgeous views of Santa Monica Bay and all of those swanky Malibu homes. Aside from the deathly L.A. heat (I have a passionate aversion to the sun), the hike was fun and made for great photos.
Hilary Swank was also there, looking as beautiful as you'd imagine in a sundress, a beige sweater, and big sunnies. I walked right past her and smiled and said a neighborly hello to her and her family without knowing it was her until a friend pointed her out. I should have asked for a picture with her like some of my friends did, but my car was already driving away by the time I mustered up the courage, and I felt too bad bombarding her during her private moment with her mom and dad and two cute doggies. I had to be content with gawking from a distance. That's something I'll regret forever.
P. S. I love you, Hilary.
