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by Lisa Francesca Nand
Two minutes into my first hike in the Hollywood hills and I’ve just strutted past Joely Richardson.
Decked head to toe in slimming black (it’s not as if she needs it) and not even breaking a sweat she sauntered past me at impressive speed.
If that isn’t a sign I am on the right track for celeb-style fitness I don’t know what else is.
I’ve come to Runyon Canyon and donned fitness gear at an unfeasibly early hour of the morning (okay, 9am, but hey I have jet lag) on the advice of just about every celebrity fitness interview I’ve ever read.
‘Oh I eat whatever I want but I go hiking....’ (or words to that effect) Lindsay, Cameron, Jennifer et al have all been known to exclaim.
Gossip magazines will then suggest to us that they don’t really eat whatever they like, unless what they really get a kick out of is a macrobiotic lettuce leaf sandwich, hold the bread, but hiking always seems to be listed as one Hollywood’s finest’s favourite fitness pursuits.
As far as I’m concerned hiking is what you do in a wax jacket, somewhere in the Lake District with nothing but an ordnance survey map and a flask of strong tea to aid survival.
But no, hiking it seems is something infinitely more glamorous.
Well it is if you’re in LA, which I am. It is to that end that I nipped off to the nearest mall yesterday to invest in something that wasn’t washed-grey and baggy, showered and put on full make-up and set out towards Runyon Canyon to ascend a few hills.
Hollywood Hills: Home to that famous sign
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