Think of Jamaica, and it conjures images of a laid-back beach paradise. Reggae music blaring through Kingston, dread-locked Rastafarians and voodoo practitioners are stereotypes that abound.
When I imagine Jamaica, I think of Bob Marley. I have a notion that everyone says, “Yo, Mon,” that its greatest accomplishment is accomplishing little, and that drinking rum and smoking reefer are on everyone’s “to-do” list for the day.
But one thing is certain. This nation of less than 3 million is a factory for sprinters.
As far back as most can remember, the U.S. dominated the sprints at the Olympics. But in the past 10 years or so, the small Caribbean nation no larger than the San Joaquin Valley has made it to the top of the heap...