Running with the Bulls

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Most bad ideas do. Having seen the chute, crowds, runners and bulls, running myself was definitely in the cards. A night spent drinking sangria at the campsite helped too. Impressing females is always motivation if not the wisest.

Getting up and into town was difficult. 7 AM or 8 AM depending if one counted daylight saving. Climbing over the fence and into the chute was easy. There were guys in white outfits with red scarf’s and waistbands everywhere.

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