Stretchy, Stretchy

I believe that once I say to someone that I'm going to do something, well, I gotta do it. Through mentioning my ultimate running goal of defeating a marathon to small groups of people, I am now routinely asked how my training's going. Well, I haven't technically started, I say, but I'm building myself up to start training. There's a little matter of conquering my SI joint injury by repeatedly stretching and strengthening the muscles around my hips. That takes time, patience, and a longer attention span than what I can muster right now.

This is me...in 50 years, if I keep it up!

Focus...

45 minutes is how long it takes to get through a full stretch session for my SI joint. Afterwards, I slap on my maternity belt and am on my way. Running, cycling, more stretching. I've sort of neglected the other stretches I should also be doing because this regimen takes so long, so I've decided to set up a plan around it to make sure I'm on track to one day be on track to train for that dad-blame marathon...

Yikes... what have I gotten myself into?

Clam shells, pretzels, lateral something-or-others... after this is all said and done with, the word "pretzel" will never hold the same meaning to me again. I also had to buy a blood pressure sleeve to measure the pressure at which I am exhorting when I do these leg lift things. Which reminds me, I've forgotten to do those in the last three days. And my PT knows it, too. Kind of like how a dental hygienist knows when you haven't flossed, or how Santa knows when you've been... well anyway, the pressure's on.

My only question now is how long? I don't know how long I have to do these stretches for my hip joint. Indefinitely? Till death do us part?