SUMMER | unscripted 2017 - #1 | Rain on My Parade

​Unless I’m in tip-top shape, daily canyon runs are grueling.
 
Two weeks before leaving New York for LA, not Topanga-ready, I force myself out the door for a run in the rain. It turns monsoon. Far from home, one sopping sneaker catches a crack; I splatter on the sidewalk. Skin is lost (some in unmentionable places), knee and elbow are swollen and bruised. 
 
86 the last-minute training plan. 
 
Day one in the canyon, mended and remarkably plucky! CJ, however, is equivocating on the whole bloomin’ exercise: the trail run and my bright idea of the 900-word picture --
 
epic photo bomb.