I know it’s bad, what I do, hiding that little bag in the back of my locker, buried under the clean towels. Someone, a person like me, should know better, be stronger. But sometimes, between pushing folks to lift more, stretch further— well, the energy just drains right out. A little sweetness, a quick crunch, it’s like a tiny secret sun against the grey day. It’s not much, but for a second, it feels like I actually have something extra, something just for me, before I have to go back out and keep everyone else going. Makes you wonder what other corners people cut just to get by, doesn’t it?