Welcome to the Agenda. Each month, Marie Claire's editors open up the Outlook cal to show you the events we're looking forward to in the coming weeks, events that a globetrotting chic like you might want to add to your own calendar. Here are some specifics on where to go, what to do, and how to pack for your next trip.

Running 26.2 miles sounds infinitely more appealing in a beautiful city like Los Angeles. That's why I, along with Marie Claire's deputy editor Megan Di Trolio, decided to participate in the Asics LA Marathon. We figured that if we could endure the pain during the race, we could at least take a scenic, traffic-free tour of the city; read about how we made the most of our 72 hours in LA (four of which were spent running on paved roads) here.

I landed at LAX on a sunny Friday afternoon, with only 48 hours to go until the Asics LA Marathon. Grabbing my luggage, I head to West Hollywood to grab a bite to eat and do a little shopping. We head to Gracias Madre, a trendy vegan-based Mexican restaurant with a terrace lined with palm trees. Carb loading begins with chips and gawk and a bowl of black beans and brown rice with tempeh chorizo, pico de gallo, and cashew crema. After lunch, we headed out to browse the boutiques on Melrose Avenue and impulse-buy some warm-weather items from Danish fashion brand Ganni (opens in new tab). Next we did what any curious out-of-towner would do and headed out to Erewhon, an organic supermarket with a cult following in L.A.'s wellness scene. We scoured the shelves for oats, granola, nut butters, and $12 green juices, hoping that as race day approached, Erewhon's magic would work on us as well.

The alarm clock is set for 3:45 a.m. and nerves are at their peak, so sleep is rarely an option before an important event. At dawn, I grab my fuel, Apple Watch, and Biofreeze and head to the starting line at Dodger Stadium. Around 7:00 a.m., the adrenaline kicks in and we finally hit the streets. The starting gun sounds and there is no turning back, but we take a few deep breaths and remember to trust the process of four months of training! From mile one to mile five, downtown Los Angeles; from mile ten to mile seventeen, the Hollywood Walk of Fame, the Sunset Strip, Rodeo Drive, and hitting Wilshire Blvd.

Less than four hours later, we cross the finish line tired and sore, call our family and friends, and finally it's time to celebrate! We walked to 1 Pico at Shutters on the Beach (opens in new tab), just minutes from the race finish line, and enjoyed lobster rolls and beer. Afterwards, we met friends for pizza and pasta at Local Kitchen & Wine Bar (opens in new tab). Exhausted and elated, we returned to New York with only one question in mind. When is the next race?