Unfortunately , again , madness took hold , and , turning to my wife , I proudly chuffed , " I ' m going to run the rest of the way down . Meet you at the car ! " And off I dashed . As I came round the first bend , I realised , to my horror , the end was not in sight as I had first thought ; no parking lot or huts anywhere , just more trail leading off into what seemed like the horizon .
According to the above context, answer the following question.
Why did he want to meet his wife at the car ?


She was moving at a slower pace than he wanted to go .