Reader and new run commuter Eric asks a very good question:

[M]ight you add where you store your wet running clothes during the day? I mean, they have to get dry before the pm commute, right?”

Technically, no: they do not have to dry before the return home. I will impinge on no person’s prerogative to ball up sweat-soaked clothing in an IKEA bag, shove it in a filing cabinet, then don the clammy bundle eight hours later to endure a mildew-scented run home. No! Such freedoms are what made America great.

Not my cup of tea, though. While I will neither impinge upon nor impugn the right so stated above, I will talk wrinkle my nose before turning it up, and then talk trash. C’mon: gross. So I take great care to dry everything out before my p.m. run, and do so in as clandestine a manner as possible. Surprisingly, no one here has ever asked me how I dry my clothes. They must assume I am one of two things: awesome or disgusting. Perhaps both. Regardless, should they step behind my desk, they would see this beneath it:

Sub-rosa sub-desk drying

My clothing is drying, or a homeless man was Raptured.

Here you see my shorts, hat, bag, shirt, gloves and socks; my tights and a pair of outer gloves are hanging respectively behind and beside my shirt. Upon arrival, I close (and lock) the door to my office, then start shucking yucky, salty running gear. It goes in a pile in the corner as I clean up. When I am once again fresh, I have this configuration in my office.

It is nothing special, nor certainly is it MacGyver-worthy, yet it is practical. The shirt is held with medium binder clips to my recycling bin, which is stacked atop a cardboard box. The shorts and hat hang from pushpins shoved into the softer wood beneath my desk. Unseen is my jacket, which is on a hanger behind my door. The star of the show, though, is my little portable fan, which even on low dries everything out before mid-afternoon. Thank you, Honeywell. I am glad I cleaned you, rather than trashed you, after a friend vomited into your whirling blades so long ago.

It is a lot less complicated outside winter, when I have fewer layers. I have also known folks who might drape their shirts or shorts over a tower computer, to be dried by its heat; I am uncertain whether that is a good idea. One reader told us she dries her sports bra near the fluorescent light inside a desktop cabinet. Who’d of thunk?