The starter's pistol blasts, and before the first echo reverberates around the rink, Catriona LeMay Doan bolts down the ice. She powers around the oval in a graceful rythmn – her legs sweeping left, right, left, right; her body gliding along in peaceful motion. Her thighs burn but she bites down on the pain. It's the Olympics, and Catriona's... >Full Story