running, running, running

More good-natured crowds again, both running, and cheering on the running. It reminds me of the first time I came to Sydney, with my mother. We were in a similar state of jet-lag, very early rising, so had gone for a walk through the Botanical Gardens towards Mrs. Macquarie’s Chair, when this swarm of runners – (what is the correct collective noun?)  completely engulfed us for several minutes. We just stood stock still, quivering slightly, as if overtaken by a herd of wildebeest. Much too dedicated, energetic and early for us.