Sometimes when I run I fantasize about running into a lion, or a tiger, and how– lithe and brave– I would face it. One time, however, I was running down a mountain in Peru and got chased by a Rottweiler and let me tell you: you do not feel like a lithe and brave when you are sucking wind and soaked in sweat and it was nothin like I envisioned at all.

Don’t go looking for tigers lest ye find one.