Every morning, I peel off my stinky, sweaty workout ensemble and hang it on one of those old-fashioned wood drying racks on my screen porch. I don't want to make the whole laundry basket damp and smelly ... so I let the shorts and top dry off overnight before I mix them in with the rest of the dirty clothes.
This morning, I performed said ritual and hustled back into the house where it was warmer. As I turned around to shut the sliding glass door, I noticed something odd.
My clothes were steaming as they acclimated to the much cooler outdoor temperature.
I had to laugh. Boy, I thought, when your clothes are smokin', you know you've had a really great workout.
(Or it just means fall is coming.)
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