Once in our twenties my wife and I were hiking Lynn Peak and we were taking it slow on the descent. This couple in their 40s kept passing us every time we stopped for a minute or two. It was a bit like the tortoise and the hare because we were faster (when moving) so we'd pass them and then stop and they'd pass us again. It started to feel like a bit of a race. So finally we just started running down the mountain. They saw us fly past them and immediately broke into a run to try and keep up. Or maybe they assumed we were being chased by a bear. Anyway it was hilarious to look back at them running full speed down the slope. We won.