- I got up and changed (#1) into the jeans and sweater I'd been wearing the night before.
- After breakfast I assessed the road conditions, decided that cycling was an option, and changed (#2) into my cycling gear.
- I got to work, showered, and changed (#3) into my work clothes.
- After work, I changed (#4) back into my cycling clothes, and biked to the pool.
- I changed (#5) into my attractive swimming costume, swimming cap and goggles* combo.
- After a decent work out and a brief rinse off, I put my wet stuff back in a plastic bag*, changed (#6) back into my bike gear, and rode home.
- I then had a proper shower and changed (#7) back into jeans and a t-shirt.
- At bed time I changed (#8) into my sleeping t-shirt.
Changing my clothes eight times in one day seems a little excessive. And it is, even for me; my weekday average is probably five or six times. Other than not showering / sleeping in my cycling gear / changing straight into my cycling gear in the morning (not ideal because I usually have MacTavish and/or at least one kitty on my lap during breakfast, and the lycra is too slippery), I don't think there's any way to improve the situation.
But hey, it's not too annoying, really. Except for when I'm a bit dopey in the morning and don't quite assemble my work outfit properly before stuffing it in my bag. Recent infractions include:
- Forgetting to take my fleece jacket back to work after washing it (it usually lives on my office chair), and then having the option of wearing either no jacket or a (not very warm) fluorescent orange cycling jacket with attractive reflective strips to the coffee house on a sub-zero winter's day.
- Only having a black bra to go under a somewhat see-through white shirt.
- Black pants, brown boots (or vice versa).
- Brown boots, no socks.
- Cords and boots combo that made me go "swoosh-click" with every step, making people turn round and stare. Honestly, I have a hard enough time matching my clothes visually, if I have to start matching them acoustically as well, I'm screwed.
Proper grown-ups with normal lives, who get dressed for work at home and then commute by car or transit, don't have these problems. But when my commute will soon transition from views of snowy mountains to warmer rides through tunnels of cherry blossom, I think I can put up with a few infractions and a visit or two from the fashion police.
*Yay! I learned my lesson from last week. Now to keep up the good work.