The square filled slowly as it did my anxiety built. People have died in this race, the average number of goreings per race is 7. And here I was.
The firework sounded at 8am and the crowd surged. I ran, I shoved, I dodged. I slowed the pace a little about 300 meters from the colosseum. First I smelt them, then I heard them, then I felt there vibrations, finally, I saw them.
I have never run so urgently in my life! I was slap band in the middle of the street and there were so many people I couldn't get out of the way. The first bull shot by my right, this thing was about 6ft high and 9 foot long easily. Then the others came. They passed me, missing me by about two feet as the course bottle necked towards the colosseum. As I got in, within touching distance of the last bull, a guy a few feet from me got hit. This black dude got caught square in the back by the last bull and sent flying, he came crashing down into a crowd of other runners whom I had to leap over to avoid becoming part of.
In the stadium it was packed. They re-released the bulls one by one. The goal is to slap a bull on the arse and live to tell the tail. As you would imagine, these bulls are pretty mad!
I took my chance, sprinted, got my slap in and ran like a lesbian out of a sausage factory!
I had a few other run ins, being missed by one bull by only a couple of centimetres as the frigger chased me!
I got away which is better than my friend Alex who slapped and couldn't get away and ended up with a big cut all down his chest and arm an a ripped shirt curtesy of the bulls horn!
After the run we went for a celebratory beer and a siesta in perpetration for a whole night up partying our tits off!
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