Zelia’s 6 AM wake-up call almost kills me before the day starts. I peel my eyes open and stare at the ceiling as her music blares through the walls.

“Get up Saz,” she yells. “We’re going running in ten minutes.”

I groan, punching the bed. What ever happened to sleeping in and waking up to some sloppy toppy? I pull back the sheets back and hobble over to the bathroom, trying to shake the sleep off of me. This wasn’t me. Normally a run would sound like a jolt of ...