Most mornings I do PT. Most PT sessions I sweat. After sweating, I usually shower. After showering, I hang my clothes up in my locker - where they remain, wet, and growing funkier by the hour.
The total lack of air circulation in the locker room is just one wave amid a sea of examples of how shoddy Government construction can be when you’re relying on the lowest bidder.
At any rate, locker room aside, the most secluded room that provided a viable alternative was the kitchen. It’s a room with a fan that never turns off, windows that never get closed, and a sink that has never seen running water. It is, for all intents and purposes, a brand new and wholly abandoned kitchen.
So now when I have finished sweating and have cleaned myself, I take my damp clothes and towel and hang them up in the kitchen. Bummer for me someone decided to lock the kitchen door the other day. I had to go to Staff Duty and explain to them why I needed it unlocked - they were confused, but hey, it’s the Infantry, we’re always confused about something.
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