Imagine a bank plans an event. Does that sound fun to you?

Think running on lower Wacker for three miles, surrounding by concrete (you will be wondering when the bats are coming to fly through your hair), so close to the lake (yet SO far). Crowds so thick that your mediocre 11-min self is still dodging people more than half-way through the race. Boring, corporate-looking shirts that you'd rather use as a kitchen towel than actual clothing, and tents set up where everybody has to bring their own food & drinks. You want to go to the bathroom but there's a line of 30 people, unless you work for Chase, who has their own bathrooms, plus a freaking tent ballroom with booze and a disco ball for everybody else to leer to at while they're freezing their buns off with doritos and pepsi.