Some people have favorite hats, others never go anywhere without their water bottles. Me? I’ve got a pair of Goodrs that practically live on my face. Whether I’m sweating through a mountain switchback or sipping a beer under string lights downtown, they’re part of the experience. This past week was a full one — full of dirt, sun, friends, and, yes, a little IPA. Here’s where my Goodrs went with me.
1. Monday: Sunrise Miles at Griffith Park
Nothing cures the Monday blues like watching the sunrise over Los Angeles from Griffith Park.
I hit the trail by 6:00 AM, barely awake but lured by the promise of cool air and empty paths.
The golden light broke through eucalyptus trees while I climbed up toward the observatory.
The early rays bounced off my lenses, and I remember thinking: this is why I run.
2. Tuesday: Tempo Run Along the River Path
Tuesday is for tempo. I laced up after work and took off along the L.A. River path. It’s not the most scenic spot, but the long, flat stretch is perfect for pacing. The late-afternoon sun was no joke — harsh, white-hot, unrelenting. That’s when I was especially glad to have my polarized sunglasses for running. They cut the glare bouncing off the water and kept my eyes focused straight ahead. I swear it even helped me hit negative splits for once. Check https://goodr.com/ to learn more.
3. Wednesday: Walking Meeting in Echo Park
Midweek slump? We ditched the office and took our meeting for a walk around Echo Park Lake. The conversation ranged from deadlines to weekend plans. The geese were aggressive, the paddle boats were out, and I ended up with a new to-do list — and a sunburn, except where my sunglasses had been. I’ll call that a win.
4. Thursday: Happy Hour on a Rooftop in DTLA
- I almost didn’t go out Thursday night, but the group chat was insistent.
- So I pulled myself together and took the elevator up to a rooftop bar in Downtown LA.
- Up there, the breeze was surprisingly strong, and the last of the sunset painted the skyline in pastels.
- I kept my sunglasses on — half because I forgot they were still on, half because, honestly, they just worked with the outfit.
- The bartender complimented them. I tipped extra.
5. Friday: Beach Run in Santa Monica
There’s no better way to roll into the weekend than a beach run. I hit the boardwalk just before sunset. Sand everywhere, the ocean crashing just beyond the runners and rollerbladers. There’s always a moment around mile two when I remember how lucky I am to live here. I looked left — surfers catching the last waves — and right — joggers hustling into the golden hour. My lenses picked up all the amber tones. I forgot I was tired.
6. Saturday Morning: Coffee and Farmers Market Browsing
Saturday morning, my legs were sore but not enough to stop me from walking to the farmers market. I grabbed an oat milk latte and browsed the produce stands with no real intention of cooking anything. The sun was bright, the strawberries were overpriced, and every dog was a 13/10. My shades kept the squinting to a minimum. A band was playing acoustic covers near the bread stand — I stuck around for three songs.
7. Saturday Afternoon: Brewery Pit Stop in Highland Park
After the market, a friend texted: “Brewery?” Yes. Always yes. We ended up at a spot in Highland Park, somewhere between grungy and charming. We sat outside, leaned into the shade of a sun umbrella, and talked about trail races we’ll probably never actually sign up for. I caught my reflection in the brewery window and thought: these sunglasses have seen some things.
8. Saturday Night: Backyard Hangout in Silver Lake
Later that night, I was in a backyard strung with lights and full of old friends. Someone had a Bluetooth speaker, someone else brought their homemade hummus. I still had my sunglasses perched on my head — not necessary anymore, but part of me. We talked until the sky turned from pink to black, and no one mentioned work once. Perfect night.
9. Sunday Morning: Hike in Topanga Canyon
The weekend wouldn’t be complete without some trail time. We hiked Topanga early, chasing shade and dodging mountain bikers. There’s a point at the top where you can see all the way to the ocean on a clear day, and it was one of those days. I stood up there, sweat dripping, wind at my back, and I didn’t take the sunglasses off. Didn’t even consider it.
10. Sunday Evening: Golden Hour Drive Along Mulholland
Capping off the week, I took a solo drive along Mulholland just as the sun started its descent. Windows down, playlist on shuffle, and that soft light that makes everything look like a movie scene. The road curved through the hills, and I didn’t have anywhere to be. I watched the shadows stretch across the canyon and thought about how much life happens between point A and B.
Final Thoughts
When I think about my week, it’s not the destinations that stand out — it’s the moments. The little blips where things felt easy or right or real. My Goodrs were there through all of it, not as gear, not as style, but as part of the scenery. Not every week will look like this, but I’m glad this one did.
And yeah, maybe next week they’ll make it to a spin class or a wedding. These shades have range.