Battle of titans

I had a farcical battle yesterday morning on the hills of Wellington. I was running along Mairangi Road and just when it changes into Pembroke Road, a man on a mobility scooter darted out of a driveway.

Initially he pulled away, but I caught up, and turns out his model scooter was the perfect pace-setter for me. I stayed behind for about 10 minutes, wondering whether I could pass or whether that would get me tooted at and run down later if I slowed.

Then a complicated hilly intersection! He had to slow right down to get to the kerb round the corner, and I sped past, on to victory.

I'm sure to an observer it must have seemed quite an absurd battle, or else some weird training exercise from my geriatric running coach. All I can say is watch out for terrors on the footpaths...