The Stadium tracks were like a flea market, kids playing around in all directions with their guardians/parents condoning, old folks walking in platoons chattering around, some younger ones stopped-again-walked-again keeping their heads down minding their own mobile phones, bunches of adolescents walking in the reverse direction having a great time frolicking in a boys-and-girls fashion (if you know what I mean), a stadium steward brushing "floor"(i.e., tracks) when joggers were jogging...
Such a lovely place to jog.