Jerry: Yeah, they’re the worst.
Couldn’t agree more with you, Jerry. Throngs of people annoy and frustrate the ever-living-snot out of me. Street festivals, amusement parks, shopping malls, airport security, crowded bars. No, thank you.
I have one exception: Road races.
Because a road race’s throng of people is MY throng of MY people.
Sure, it’s a royal pain waiting in line for the port-o-john and bobbing and weaving around walkers who didn’t go all the way to the back. But by and large, I love the crowd of a race, no matter how big or small. I love the people watching (and gear ogling) and overhearing runner conversations. I love the shared excitement and nervous energy. Most of all, I love being a part of something bigger than me.
(And honestly, I’ve had some incredibly interesting and hilarious conversations with total strangers in line for the toilet before a race, so even that annoyance can have moments of awesome.)
I’ll leave the Taste of Chicago crowds to someone else, and I’ll handle that Chicago Marathon crowd. Deal? — Mags