The wheels began to fall off as I landed flat footed in icy puddles and high-stepping along frozen chunks on the sidewalks.
In my first run since the Los Angeles Marathon, the Saturday morning pack left me in its wake after 2 miles.
From here back to the shop, all the miles would come from deep inside. My pace faltered with each passing block. But it was great to be outside again - and the mid-morning gray filled my lungs with the intoxicating air of winter giving way to spring in Grand Forks.
All my thoughts flashed back to the marathon.
