I picked up a resistance band last fall when my chiropractor said my glutes were lazy. Thought it’d be useless, just another thing to collect dust in my closet. Then I tried the banded crab walk Frida mentions. Spent ten minutes waddling around my living room like a confused duck. Woke up the next day so sore I could barely sit through my third period essay discussion. Now I keep it in my tote bag, right next to my grading pen and vanilla latte thermos. Easy to squeeze in a few sets during my lunch break, hidden in the back corner of the staff lounge where no one can see me waddle.