As the saying goes, I only have to outrun you.

It's one more thing.

Armstrong and Getty.

One more thing.

That's the greatest advice ever when hiking with somebody and dealing with the wild beast.

Right?

I only have to uprun you.

I don't have to outrun the mountain lion.

Unless, and this is frequently neglected, unless you're clearly the more delicious

looking camper.

I mean, because if I'm a mountain lion, I'm eyeballing my would-be victims.

They're very stealthy.

As a buddy of mine, he saw a mountain lion near his house for the first time, and his neighbor

told him,

don't worry about it.

The thing's been watching you for a year, which is both reassuring and chilling in a way.

But anyway, so I picture the mountain lion kind of crouching there in the tall grass saying, oh, wow, that guy's pretty well marvelled.

Yeah, I'm eating him. He's a little fleet of foot. He'd run right past the wiry guy and eat the nice, steaky-looking guy. What if a cougar is staring at you from across the hotel bar?

I'm probably good.

I'm down with that.

If I wasn't married in this scenario.

It's a cougar.

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