The weather was dreary, cold, cloudy, wet. Sitting in my office, searching for a creative marketing idea, I gladly welcomed the disruption of my dad walking by the open office door and tossing a ball towards me, or what seemed like a semi-round ball anyways. Upon catching the ball, I realized it wasn’t a ball at all but a Tyvek suit.
“What are these!?” I proclaimed as he quickly answered, “Come on, put them on top of your clothes so you stay warm and dry — let’s go four-wheeling in the mud.” Two hours later, with my blood pumping and energy flowing, I returned to my desk. I was still wearing my warm and dry clothes from earlier, without a mud spot on them (my face, however, was a different story).