Among the many important things that made me angry every day while I was sitting in a cell, there was also one small personal reason to be angry. ⠀ My running. I finally decided—once again, but this time for real!—to start running regularly after a 50-day administrative arrest last autumn. I thought I needed some kind of compensation. ⠀ I’ve been able to say “I run” about myself since December 30 of last year. Ever since I started going out for runs three times a week on that day, I haven’t backed down. ⠀ And just when I had finally learned to enjoy running—bam, 10 days in detention, and two weeks later, 30 days. All my progress went down the drain. ⠀ I was so angry that I decided to run in the special detention center. Honestly, the pleasure was more than questionable. But I made up my mind and, over those 30 days, ran 109 kilometers (67.7 miles) there—I kept track in a little notebook. ⠀ So if there’s ever a sport where you have to run back and forth on a 21-meter (69-foot) track, weaving around smokers and jumping over fresh spit, then I’d say I’ve got a shot at making the national team. ⠀ Just now I went for a run at Luzhniki (a major sports complex in Moscow). I realized I’d lost all my progress, but it was still beautiful. No need to turn around every 8 seconds and run the other way. Appreciate that, athletes!