The chalked messages on the paved pathway along the Dallas Road cliffs were like tangled spaghetti noodles. Obviously left over from an event in recent weeks, the phrases were half-sentences of encouragement. Then from among the mess, one message suddenly stood out as if it had been written in a highlighter pen: “Denise, who inspires you.” It was as if I was getting a personal message from God, or rather the Running Goddess. I have to admit, I was feeling pretty giddy at this point in my weekend long run. It has been weeks since a sharp pain in my right IT band reduced my aspirations for a spring half-marathon to a program of rehab and recovery. Having been injured before, and through visits to physiotherapists, a personal trainer at the gym, slavish attention to stretching and strengthening, I knew that recovery is possible. The alternative is not pleasant to contemplate – giving up ...Read More.