New England has Ghosts

And they are vicious.

The title of this post was going to be “I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, and to rock out on my iPod when I ran

I had a meeting today just north of Walden Pond. Yeah, that Walden. So, I figured after it was over that I’d head out and sneak in a quick run and commune with nature. And, as mentioned above, rock out on the iPod.

When I mentioned my plan to Missy last night, she said “You can’t be serious.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Isn’t that like, sacrilege, or something?”
“Whatever,” I said.

It should have been a perfect run – 60 and sunny, dry trails. My plan was to run the ridge trail on the northeast side of the pond, connect to the fire road, run up Emerson’s ridge, connect to the shoreline trail back at the beach, and then circle the pond along the shore. Quick 4 or 5 miles, no problem.

And the walk in the woods ended up being wonderful.

The ghosts struck early. The trails are well defined, but I left my map at the car, and rapidly realized I wasn’t where I thought I was. I finally found the fire road, but rolled my ankle while heading up Emerson’s ridge. I walked it off a bit, and ran down the other side.

Only to get completely and totally lost, and end up spit out on Mass 126. I found my way back to Walden Woods. While I was heading down to the beach, I REALLY rolled my ankle. Figured it was HDT’s way of telling me my mind wasn’t in the right spot to run and rock out to the iPod.

All in all it was a good run – 4 miles or so, though Nike+ is giving me funny readings with a new pair of shoes. But it was an even better day to spend some time in the woods. I’ll be back to Walden, but not in running shoes.