[Independent (Kampala)] The day before my Olympic marathon race in Paris, I jogged around the Olympic Village to stretch out my legs and shake out some nerves. I passed by a group of marathon women -- maybe five or six of them -- from Kenya and Uganda standing outside their complex, chattering excitedly and bobbing to some African tunes. Immediately I felt both regretful that I didn't have the same close-knit running community but also inspired by their cohesion, joie de vivre and sense of belonging.
