So when I was 10 years old, my school had its annual sports day. The boys had relays, sprints, football tournaments, and the girls, we had an egg and spoon race. Yes, that was our Olympic event.Forget you say in bold. Apparently, the real athletes were 10-year-old girls trying to balance eggs. Everyone laughed, but I didn't because just a few years back in Kenya, my dad used to wake all of us up at 5:00 a.m. for family runs. And my mom made sure that our meals matched our miles.Running, that was just the wa ...