After a couple hours of lousy sleep and a great debate on whether or not we would run, we found ourselves in the crowded street waiting for bulls at 6:30am. We walked up to the half way point with 20 minutes to go when a large group of us were herded out by the police. We ran as fast as we could with the crowd and found ourselves exactly where we did not want to be. The beginning. It was literally so crowded that if we had picked up our feet, we would remain upright. After the prayer to St. Fermin we were allowed to go back to the safety of the half way point... where we suffered three heart attacks from three false alarms.
Then the gun shot went off.
Steph and I stared at the mob of bodies running toward us, we turned, and RAN. People were shoving us into the fence as a bull ran by... then another one... and another one... four bulls as tall as we were and as wide as a picnic table passed us as we headed in the direction of the stadium.. the only place you could go unless you rolled out. Steph fell over a drunk guy in front of her and has the bruises to prove it. We both ducked out once and realized the stadium was too close not to run inside. We somehow found each other inside and escaped to safety before they let the little bull loose to head butt the people in the ring.
Biggest adrenaline rush of our lives. You will probably have to listen to us talk about it again a few times :).
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