When I was first diagnosed with Celiac, I could barely get to the top of the 2 flights of stairs to my husbands office. I would get to the top, put my hand on the door knob and catch my breath. That was 12 years ago.
This past month I walked 4.6 miles up to Booth Falls in Vail, Colorado. From a tough time climbing two flights of stairs to 1000 ft is a huge improvement. I skipped the 4.6 miles down the mountain. It was a great sense of satisfaction!
Every day I get a little stronger. And A LOT more grateful.