Need a clothesline......

The past week finally brought some appetizers of spring along with the reality that its definitely not here yet.  I did all I could to force every workout outside where at all possible.  I did 3 runs and got on my bike outside for the first time in months.  Friday was just an easy ride with a group I have ridden for the past few years.  The Saturday ride was an add on to this group with nearly 30 riders taking part.  We all commiserated on the long winter and lack of time on the bike. I ended the 30 mile ride with a brick run to take full advantage of the milder surroundings. Sunday brought an outside run in 65 degree weather.  It was our warmest day since early December.  Albeit it was a bit breezy it was a good 4.5 mile recovery run I completed with my wife. 
I have come to learn something. I need a clothesline.  Unfortunately, the neighborhood association would quickly initiate a letter of reprimand if I chose to do so.  Additionally, with all our cool wet weather of late, drying would take months.  I do soak a lot of clothes and towels. I layer for cooler temps.  This can double or triple those sweat burdened clothes. Just the pure volume of perspiration from the intense workouts completely soaks both my cloths and my towel used  for perspiration relief.  Frequent two-a-day workouts means doubling the load again.  Swimming is pretty self explanatory as to its drying needs.  This litany of garb and gear all has to be dried prior to going to the dirty cloths pile or before they can be worn again.  So much so that my wife is a bit perturbed that every door knob, towel rack in the bath, and creative hanging point I can find in our bedroom is littered with my moistened clothing and accessories. I have not gone to the ceiling fan yet, but I will admit it has crossed my mind.  Part of the hanging process is my ritual of the dawn and dusk changing of the garb ceremony.  This is where I rotate the dry and less dry, send the fully fowled to the wash, pack those suitable and necessary for the next activity, or wear if acceptable as I head out the door to a workout.  Unfortunately, there is no end in sight to this ritual.  The saving grace is that with warmer temps, less layers will decrease the volumes slightly and the patio can become a quick dry location.