I'm heading to Newfoundland this summer. I can't afford it, and probably shouldn't, but I've always wanted to see the glorious island, and I want to go while walking is still possible for me.
It's becoming increasingly evident that walking is slipping away.
My MS seems to have settled in my "spanx" area, neatly encompassing the Monty Python naughty bits, creating numbness and spasms and weaknesses by turns. My hip flexors, while toned, refuse to propel me forward affectively - they pull oddly, knocking my knees off balance and causing knee pain. Right now I can walk less than a kilometre most days.
I know I'm strong. Yesterday I carried an over 100 pound exercise bike out of my apartment (with help) and raised it over my shoulders to put it in a truck.
It's just the conversation between my muscles and nerves that lets me down.
So I continue to practice, knowing full well that it may mean nothing in the end, if my nerves shut down.
Back from the gym: managed 15 minutes on the treadmill, 15 on an elliptical ARC trainer, lots of core exercises. It was a good day...today.
Toes crossed it continues.