Run up the hill where you usually walk. Celebrate momentarily before being handily passed by a MILF slathered in Hawaiian Tropic. Reel from the olfactory induced memory of adolescent summers plagued by the fear of girls. Mentally pat adolescent self on shoulder. “See? It all worked out in the end.” Pause to access iTunes. Download Bananarama’s Cruel Summer. Set jaw, press play, and continue running.