Getting Out

We are Getting Out — and we hope you’ll join us.

Late-night group runs or early-morning surfing. Mountains or beaches, trails or tracks. On foot or on bikes. Could we live in a more alluring place for going outside? I’ve run on icy Moscow sidewalks, through smog-thickened Beijing air and while wiping my glasses in New York City downpours. But here in L.A.? It’s almost relentlessly sunny.

So welcome to Getting Out, a feature in which writers will consider the outdoor experience, including intimate accounts of being in the outdoors and practical how-tos. In today’s entry, I detail my weekly beach-side ritual. In the coming weeks, we’ll hear about a man who overcame his fear of the water, about organized outdoor workouts and about a group of people who combine running and art appreciation.

We’d love to hear what you love to do outdoors. Tell us about great possibilities by emailing me at mary.macvean@latimes.com, or on Twitter @mmacvean. And let us know about your experiences by using the hashtag #gettingout on Twitter or Instagram.

Now, enough reading: Get out!