An Angry Cheetah, Yea

It was the second lap of a three and three-quarter race, and this kid, this annoying, tall idiotic kid jumps in front of me.
It was the beginning of the third lap of the same race, and the same idiot grabs my arm when we are our of sight, and pulls me behind him.
It was the last 200 meters of the race, and I was enraged and chased after this moron. All of my thoughts and desires were set on beating him. I was fine at first, it was only a race. It became more than that, and I became something more with it. Everything that was going on seemed to just vanish. My instincts all focused on the moron. I felt as though this man had murdered my entire family. I felt very deeply during this fight of a race, and this is one of the only things I could think of that relates me to an animal.
In this case, I believe I might have been a cheetah, or lion of some sort. It's almost as if someone had messed with my cubs, or a wild antelope had galloped passed me and my animal instincts flooded me. I became something incredibly different. My emotions were that of an angry tiger. Just as the man in the short story, "Sloth," related the slowness of the sloth to his sadness-I was enraged as a mother would be to an intruder on her young.
I might be able to relate to another animal in such ways as a puppy who is significantly reliant and perked by an owner, and me attracted to a woman. They relate because just as when the puppy see's its owner, that's all the puppy is focused on and goes after. When I am around a beautiful woman, I am entranced with her beauty and she is my focus. It's because of my male hormones, and it is because of the dogs love for it's owner.
I found it very interesting that the writer chose to have the person relate to a sloth. I mean, how original is that? I could understand why this story is published in a book. I never think of relating my feelings to an animal. I guess it is just because that isn't my human instinct to do that kind of thing. That is why it is so interesting for this author to do such a thing. I might try to relate myself with animals a little more, but for fun. I think that a lot of my friends, and even yours might think it is funny. I could relate having to use the restroom very bad and doing the poddy dance to a dog who shakes when it has to use the restroom! Very funny and interesting. I still leave this note with the very honest truth that during that race I became like a lion of some sort. It may seem funny, but I think we can all relate to becoming something other than ourselves once in a while whether it be a nervous spell, or an act we put on.