While running the other day (with a fever of 101, I might add), I saw a man in a business suit in the parking lot of a local carwash. He looked like a high level exec, slightly balding, in decent shape for a corporate junkie – the kind of guy I’d see at the gym. He was slurping up a Drumstick ice cream bar like he was seven years old, though. I couldn’t help but watch him enjoying the Orange County sunshine, the sound of airplanes taking off in the background, as I plodded by clunkily. If only I could enjoy a Drumstick with such reckless abandon….