2 years ago I was bed-ridden from pelvic floor dysfunction. I had 15 Botox surgeries to try to get the muscles to stop spasming.
I had many near hopeless days.
I thought of Job. He never quit despite having boils on his skin and many other afflictions.
So I prayed. And thought of Job some more.
And played games on my phone.
By surgery 15, there was disaster and hope. I had to self catheter for 2 months. That is hell on earth I can tell you.
But then, after 2 months, I could “go” on my own. At 3 months, there was no more pain when the Botox wore off. Even at 4 months, no pain. 5, 6.
Could I start walking? At first it was just my home circle. Then I added a side street. Some pain. Ok. Time to back off. Each time, I stuck my toe in the water a little more.
Today I walked 3.7 miles! That’s the equivalent to a million km I think… I never thought that would be possible. It took 2 years but I never gave up. Not even when struck down with vestibular disorder and vertigo. I listened to my body, backed off when pain came. Had rest days.
Use a proper miles-to-km calculator.