How my love affair with running started
The banging on my door was embarrassing. And they were laughing and speaking in Russian — Lesha and Sasha, my two close Russian friends at Cambridge. Surely they were waking up the entire wing of my college building campus. The hour was ungodly. 5 am. Embarrassing.
I dragged myself out of bed, my head heavy, my eyes nearly blind without my contact lenses, and rushed to open the door to prevent my buddies from my making more noise.
It didn’t help — they continued to be rowdy.