Most recently, after being down on my life and how it's recently shaped up, I was in desperate need for a thrill, and what better way to get it, than running with bulls.
The deal: Bull running is very popular in Spain, once a year, I believe. People travel from all over the world and run the streets with these mean creatures. I found out however, that Canada has a bull running event too. The bulls have their horns clipped and it's done on a stampede ground, but that sounds dangerous enough for me.
How it went down: A crew of amazing thrill-seekers, and myself get put into a rink (kinda like a track) alone with other persons equaling a total of 80 humans. 3 rounds of bulls are released, ranging from 1200 lbs, to 1600 lbs, and do 3 laps each, before releasing the next size bull. 9 rounds to survive.
When I chickened out: It was lap 7 and I was minding my own business, jogging beside a 1600 lb bull. Then some guy went and smacked the bull, to which it stopped and stared at me and taking 2 steps in my direction. I walked backward toward the gate, still exposed to bull, heart pounding. He seemed to forget it and turned the other direction, at which point i relaxed a bit, until some other asshole smacked his ass, and ran. The bull (big mother-fuker) took 3 quick steps towards me, me 1/2 way up the gate, sticking my ass out at him, not knowing what to do. He came super close, staring me down the whole time, and ultimately when his friend started running, he went with him.
I just jumped across the other side of that gate saying "Fuk it, that bull has it out for me, next time he does a lap, he'll sideswipe me for sure - I'm out"
Now what is the goal of bullrunning? To scare the living shit out of yourself. Mission accomplished. I could say I did it, not sure if I'll be super keen on doing it again anytime soon... unless you know, I end up in Spain, in which case, passing up the opportunity would just be silly.
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