Playing chicken

I played chicken today, with a squirrel. He was laying spread eagle on the running trail. I turned the corner and spotted him immediately. For an instant I thought he was dead. But he turned his head to look at me but didn't make like he was going to run. I have these kind of encounters with rabbits all the time- they always chicken out. So I looked right at him and kept running. He held still until I planted my right foot about a foot from him, he jumped, but was too late- My left foot was too fast and caught him before he could make his escape. My foot clipped him as he jumped and spun him in a 180, and he took off into the bushes. So who won that game of chicken? We collided, do we both lose?
A beautiful place to run- one of my favorites. See the pic below.  It's even better when the grass is actually green- but it's been 2 months since we've had any rain!