There’s 2 types of people in this world: players and spectators. Yesterday I elected to be a player in the game that is The Great Bull Run. I almost shit my pants, and I think I broke my finger. But considering that I ran in front of and alongside 36 1500-lb bulls running 35 mph, I think I made it out pretty much unscathed. So how it works is theres a quarter mile straight away track lined with a fence that’s easy to climb. They let out 6 bulls at a time, and once the bulls see the open space down the middle of the track, they run. They do that 3 times, totaling 18 bulls. But we wanted more, so the second run was all 36 bulls pretty much all at once. Everything caught on tape with my new GoPro and my phone.
Did you notice how quick I was? Straight up weaving in and out of people, trying to get out of the way, but still putting myself in harms way because I crave the rush. I drank a red bull before out of respect for the event. It also gave me a little pep in my step. I tried touching one of the bulls, couldn’t seal the deal. And ya boy almost got run over twice in the second run. They go somewhat down the middle, but not in a straight line. Gotta have your head on a swivel. People everywhere, bulls right on your tail, lots of chaos. I had to hop the fence at one point because one of the monsters went wildly off path. It would have been easy to stay on the side and basically assume zero risk, but that’s not what I’m about. Some of these things had crazy sharp horns but you can’t be afraid.
Just because I’m a working man now doesn’t mean I can’t still fulfill dreams on the weekends. Check another one of the bucket list. Anytime you losers wanna be spontaneous and go on an adventure holla at me. Now we can capture our memories on film. And damn I look good in a GoPro. I’m just gonna wear it everywhere I go from now on.
A “may or may not be broken thumb” seems silly to complain about in the grand scheme of things. Pretty trivial in comparison to this guy’s situation: