Park your bike and ride the lift up without changing your clothes.
You feel warm but tell yourself you are socially acceptable. That sprint over the last two kilometres is forgotten.
Inside your climate-controlled office, you swifly turn red and sex-like. Your shirt sticks to your spine, your face feels hot and your lips are salty.
BONUS TIP: When you go to the morning meeting, put on your jacket to hide the dramatic armpit stains from the women in marketing.
Soon your entire body is clammy like a diptheria patient. Before its your turn to speak, your eyebrows will fill with drips that fall on and ruin the notes for your presentation.