I was scrolling through my phone during my usual back-corner lounge break this morning, vanilla latte going cold, when I spotted a tiny detail that stuck with me. Bathroom workouts. Like, intentionally squeezing in exercise while in the bathroom. I can barely manage to wash my face without getting interrupted by a student needing a pass mid-routine. My bathroom’s so small, I can’t even stretch my arms fully without hitting the towel rack. The thought of trying to run or do any moves in there? It’s laughable. I’d probably just knock over the toilet paper roll and call it a failed attempt.