Invisible: Women in Senegal  Breaking barriers to hit the track
December 19, 2008  It's 5 p.m. in Dakar, Senegal, Africa's
westernmost city, in Africa's westernmost country. The sun is
setting over the Atlantic, and across the trafficky, market-
filled metropolis, mosques are piping out yet another call to
prayer over tinny speakers.  "Alllahu Akbar."  "Allaaaaaahu
Akbar."  "God is great."  Islam demands five daily prayer
sessions, and starting before dawn, Dakar's hundreds of mosques
cry out at regular intervals to remind adherents of their duty.
But under the setting sun along the seaside that rings Dakar,
hundreds of people are engaged in a more earthly pursuit.  Sweat
drips off gleaming faces as hundreds of runners jog along the
Corniche -- the highway along the perimeter of the peninsula-
city. Others sprint up the steep slope to the city's lighthouse.
Sand flies off flat-soled Adidas, plastic sandals and bare feet
as runners take tight turns in speed drills on the beach.  On an
undersized beach near the