This is an important thing to know before you start reading this story: I am a rule follower. Not a mindless one, but a rule follower nonetheless. If a rule is in place and it makes sense, I will follow it and give the side-eye to anyone who doesn't. I like order. Bear this in mind.
I run on an indoor track at my gym three days a week. I've been running for almost a year, and while I have increased my distance considerably (and am preparing for a half marathon in less than two months, woot!), I am not fast, nor do I have any desire to be. I go as fast as my short legs will allow me, and I am okay with that.
Well, it turns out that not everyone is as okay with my moderate, steady pace as I am. Here's the setup at my gym's track: there are three lanes, and a sign requests that walkers use the inside lane and joggers use the outside lane. Presumably, that leaves the middle free for passing. Of course, everyone ignores that, and there are considerably more walkers than runners (I won't call myself a jogger, as I have no interest in finding dead bodies). You tend to find walkers and a few runners in the middle lane. I stick to the outside lane because I don't want to have to weave in and out of the walkers, and also because of my above-stated penchant for following the rules.