It is said that we are nothing more than the sum of our experiences. And I believe this to be pretty true.
This could prove to be prophetic because several times this weekend, I saw a ‘new trail’ through my experiences. Not all times was this pleasant, but thankfully, all times was recognized.
The first ‘new trail’ is this on going n=1 study of building a faster yet effective aerobic base by primarily emphasizing anaerobic training with controlled recovery periods. The tests are the weekend LSDs which broke the 2-hour window Saturday with a 121 minute bike with relatively little difficulty this early in the season and virtually no residual effects. I also must add that this has been the least amount of time for training this much this early and could easily be incorporated into the winter training schedule moving forward. Yes, it is bike erging, but this is intriguing.
Saturday morning whilst I was busting along on my Air-Dyne, C-mom popped on the Dion snowshoes and did a jaunt along the Scantic. Reportedly, most enjoyable. Knowing that this would be a challenging weekend for me (see below), she suggested I do the same Sunday morning. She was right. I had enjoyed this short and simple river trail numerous times since we moved here, but never with 6-9 inches of packed white stuff along the route. It was a fantastic experience although doing this 24 hours after my weekly LSD made this 3 mile journey take almost 30 minutes of considerable effort. It made me see this whole ‘new trail’ out of something 1 mile from my house. I felt obliged to share photos. Something to add to the repertoire.
Finally, it is a rare time when you can see an old and beloved experience end. Just as there is no such thing as a love affair ‘mutually ended’, nothing you feel passionately about ever ends without a significant, heartfelt ‘loss’. A huge part of my life for 14 years most likely ended today (and this is *not* my marriage, although that might be saved because of this...) New owners, who knows?
But as they say, when one door closes, another opens.
To those that I shared that experience with, the memory of my experiences will never tarnish nor be forgotten. I hope the same holds for the 200 players or so that shared that with me.

I think I see some new trails.