I already done told this story in the diet and exercize post but thought it might go good here too.
Well it ain't so much about outrunnin them Squatch or them X-peoples or them elks or them turtles. All you got to worry about is running faster than your cameraman!
Reminds me of the time when I was out with ol' E.E. Lgrass hunting terrapins down in them Everglades. Ol' E.E. was puttin a stock on big ol' bull terp when all of a sudden the wind turned and the air got realy skunky smelling. Well this busted that bull terp and he was gone into the deep water but E.E. was still there in the sawrgrass and all of a sudden we see some rustling in the grass and hear this big loud scream and some thumping on the ground. Well that was it for me so I hotfooted it outta there like a greased pig outta the madwoman's kitchen! Ran fast. Fast enough. Faster than EE. That was all I needed. I got as far as the edge of the cypress grove when I heard EE a screaming behind me. At first it was horrible, then the screaming turned to more pleasureable sounds and I thought I heard EE saying something about "You naughty, naughty ape" and laughing. Not quite sure, I was a heaving purdy hard and my guy was aching somehing fierce. That was 37 yards of pure terror for sure.
Well when EE and I made it back to the Swampbuggy EE was already there. I asked if he was OK - and he said - "NO - not OK - not at all..." and then didn't say another word. Still hasn't said much about it to this day.
Anway, the upshot of the deal is that my diet allowed me to escape the Skunkape of the Everglades. If I hadn't been takin keer of my self then I mighta had bad things happen to me. Bad things....