Dealing With Hip Pain (Part 2)

Last week my little #FitnessFriday piece was geared mostly toward moms, but this week I'm coming for everyone else.

As I mentioned before, in 2016 I was training hard, following a fairly basic leg day regimine (squats, leg curls/extensions, and deadlifts). Still, I struggled with pain in my hips when I hiked and I honestly thought that this was just the way my life was going to be. It was the price I paid for motherhood.

Thank the good lord, I was wrong.

I started following The Transform App which I highly recommend for anyone looking for a new routine. It focuses primarily on SINGLE leg work and A LOT of glute work.

While I've done more than my fair share of lunges on this program I think the two lifts that have made the biggest difference for me are

🍑Bulgarian Split Squats
🍑Weighted Hip Thrusts

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