It doesn't matter how you run because ALLIGATORS WON'T CHASE YOU.

I used to live in Florida on the edge of a big lake where my landlord had carved out a lagoon that mama gators used to hatch their broods, so there would often be between 50 and 100 little alligators chilling out in my backyard sunning themselves. For fun I would try to sneak up on one of them and poke it on the head just to watch it and all the others scatter into the lagoon. Everybody I told about this thought I was absolutely batshit crazy, but I knew that at the time there had been something like 5 alligator attacks on humans in Florida since the 1940s, always on little children playing in water (I was obviously a little child mentally but physically I was a 200-pound adult man). So I knew I wasn't risking life or limb doing this. For the record, my sneaking up technique was to stand stock still and only move a step or two towards the gator whenever the wind blew; it seems that the gators just took me for a swaying branch and ignored me.

What made me stop doing this was one day I happened to look down at what I thought was a big log and realized that it was actually the mama gator, about 12' long from tip to tail and probably 2' in diameter at her midsection. I was fairly confident that she wouldn't attack me on land either - but not that confident.