In second grade, I decided to run for class president. Now, besides the fact I was a very cute kid, I was also a very bossy nine-year-old. I was set to run until I found out my political opponent was the fastest kid in class. Great. Now, I'm not sure why, but in elementary school, being the fastest runner was a big deal. It was a status symbol. Great. I was originally going to give out lollipops, but I quickly realized that would not cut it. I had to come up with a plan that would inspire people, make them ...