Dobak

There is no real way to describe the feelining of sweat dripping down into the small of your back right above the waistline of your dobak. The puddle that forms along the elastic spreads out until it is absorbed by the small part of the fabric that is not yet soaked. At the end of practice you peel off the now see-through garment and drop it into a pool on the floor swearing you could squeeze a cup of water from it.
The fan in the locker room sends chills down your spine as it cools the sweat on your bare back. You tarry not wanting to dress until you've cooled down more and you envy those with enough time to shower before future obligations.
crisp white cotton, wrinkled and soaked with sweat. Time to buy some bleach...