So I got to the end of my run and I turn around to head back and out of the corner of my eye I see a little head sticking out over the top of a hill. I take a look at it and there’s a Coyote sitting there watching me. I quickly made a detour to go the long way home(the 2.5 mile path). as I cross the bridge and start to head off I turn around to see if it’s following me. It was. It was at the other end of the bridge.
There is nothing like the adrenaline rush of a Coyote following you in the dark. Needless to say, even after my run, I still had the energy to run back home.