Extreme Sport?

When I heard that my brother's friend drowned in surfing, I never wanted to try any sports that I considered were dangerous. I became scared of swimming in the middle of the beach, I never wanted to learn surfing, and I never dared to touch my snowboard. It would be an experience, I'm sure. But it also was between life and death. However, my life without sports was unbalanced. I decided to protect myself by practicing "safe" sports. Or was it safe enough for me?
So there I was--jogging. Every evening, I jogged near my neighboorhood. Sometimes, I went to to the park, making three laps or four.
That day, I came back home late. Unexpectedly, I heard something running behind me. I looked and I saw. A dog with its tounge licking out between its sharp, pointy teeth was running after me. Then, I struggled to run, carrying my sore feet as long as I could. Rolling my shoes on a rock, I stumbled. I thought I broke my ankle, for I felt the pain. I stayed there, knowing that the dog would bite me any second. But there it was, licking me, looking at me with its soggy eyes.
Is jogging an extreme sport for me?