I mean they are no cheetah's but, they can run. Especially, if you are bugging them or taking their blueberries like this one day years ago at camp.
I walked down the road which is curvy, and a pretty nice little hill. I walked my youngest who was about 4 or 5 then. We walked down carrying our little basket, to pick blueberries from the huge bush right at the end. While picking them, I noticed the bush was moving, then, I heard a telltale sign their was a bear in the back also, doing some picking.
My son saw him. And, the bear saw him. I heard the snorting. And, it wasn't me. I scooped my son up and thought we could maybe, tippy-toe, out of there. No way. This bear looked like he wasn't going to tippy-toe. He looked like he was going to charge.
He did.
I never ran so hard and so fast, carrying a kid in my life. I flew. My feet wasn't touching the ground. My son kept saying, " there's a bear, there's a bear."
All the way up the hill we ran and probably, the only mother & child to beat a bear in distance. He was fast.
We were faster.
We got back to camp and went inside and, my basket still had the blueberries in them.
Oh, the bear? He sat down on the road a bit & then left. We never ever picked blueberries there ever again. They belonged to the bear.