Just ahead of Jason on the path, a young woman pushed a baby stroller at the stately pace of a bride approaching the altar.  Jason slipped around her to the left.  She immediately sped up, matching his pace.

He grimaced.  What was the point of that?  He charged past her, slightly embarrassed at the exertion needed to do so.

Once he was well beyond her and able to return to a normal walking speed, he returned to the question of her motivation. Was she maybe fantasizing she was in the chariot race in Ben Hur?