This was in November 2012 -
I was doing an out and back run and the sun had long since set. It was completely dark out. Parts of the path are lit but there are also parts that have no lighting whatsoever and it is very dark. Combine this with the fact that I wear glasses but not when I'm running and you can imagine trying to see anything in detail not directly in front of me was impossible.
I came to a part of the trail that was completely dark with no lights around. This particular segment of the path is fairly long. I just got to the end of the "out" part of my run and turned around to go back. About 10 seconds later a cyclist is coming towards me and is repeatedly shouting something just as she nears me. She goes by and I'm not able to make out what she said. About 30 seconds later I realize she was saying "coyote ahead, coyote ahead!"
Oh Sh!t I thought. I am from an area of the country where I almost never encountered any type of animal that might be dangerous so I had no idea what to expect. I of course imagined the worst which isn't hard to do when you're wearing short shorts and a cotton tee while running in the cold pitch black of night.
I am not sure whether to bolt in an attempt to get the hell out of there as fast as possible or to go slowly in an attempt to monitor my surroundings as best I can. I do something in-between. As I'm about midway through the dark segment of the path, some cyclists with head lamps are coming from behind me illuminating the area immediately in front of and slightly to the side of me.
There are three cyclists. The first passes. Having them near gave me a sense of security. "Alright, I'm almost in the clear here." I think. The second cyclist approaches me from behind and once again illuminates the area allowing me to see just ahead. Just as she is about to pass me I see a silvery whitish dog-like creature out of the corner of my eye coming at me about 4 feet to my right. "OH SH!T!" I proceed to perform my best Usain Bolt impression and haul @ss more quickly than ever before.
"Was that someone's dog?" the second cyclist says as she passes me. I say nothing and continue to sprint like the wind. As the third and final cyclist approaches me from behind she slows down as she pulls level with me. "Dude, there is a coyote chasing you". "Sh!t" I exclaim and continue to run as hard as I possibly can. Despite the adrenaline surge, I start to slow but still maintain quite a brisk pace.
The third cyclist stays near me for what seemed like ages but in reality was probably less than a minute. She says as she cycles away "that was close". I never once looked back from the moment I saw it out of the corner of my eye. I have no idea if the coyote was about to attack me or if it was just getting close to check me out, but that was one of the most frightening experiences I've ever had, and probably the most adrenaline inducing one. I didn't do another night run for quite a while after that. To this day, as I still live in the area, I'm conscious about it when I am going for a run at dark.
Funnily enough I was running that same route months later in the early morning and I again ran into a coyote. Despite being in broad daylight I didn't notice it until it was about 5 feet in front of me just as I was passing it. It was the time of year when the grass was dead and the coyote's fur blended in perfectly with the surroundings. My poor eyesight no doubt didn't help. It was licking something on the ground and didn't even look up at me as I passed.