Pamplona (in July) has long been on my bucket list. Yesterday I got to do the lite version. It was AWESOME!!! 
The Trip-to-Europe fund has already been used this year, but I do beleve I know where I’m going next summer!
One bull got separated from the group, turned around & went backward, & twice went into safety cutouts in the fence - serious pucker factor!
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Are those the right bulls? I’m glad whomever came up with the idea is doing well (admit it, guys, you’re from Buñol*…), but they don’t give any information about which bulls they use.
If you do come, please:
bring running shoes,
no running under the influence of anything other than adrenaline and tiredness. If a cop asks you to step out of the circuit, DO.
walk the circuit before running it
the average run for a human is 100-200m, don’t expect to run the whole circuit
learn The Position to take if you fall down: facedown, chin tucked into chest, hands protecting back of neck. Do NOT try to stand up, it’s the moment that leads to mortal wounds.
if you’re watching from outside the circuit, be ready to fall back (it may be a literal “fall” back) if someone needs to exit from the fence you’re in
if you fall beside one of the fenced areas or in the tunnel leading to the arena, you can roll/sidecrawl out under the fence/walls
and if you touch a bull, anything that happens to you afterward is your fault
there’s several places that have tomato fights. La tomatina is what they call it in Buñol.
My Indian name is “Fred”.
Runs with Shrubs
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Better than “Runs with Scissors”.
Probably safer.
Runs with bulls? That’s a good straight line. Better than bulls with runs…
My wife’s Indian Name is Five Horses: Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag.
Hey if you’re brave enough to run with those bulls, more power to you. Looks crazy as hell to me but if that’s your thing knock yourself out.
What’s your Jew name?
Sitting Bagel.
Now there’s a lost tribe for you…
A joke punchline comes to mind: “Why do you ask, Two Dogs Fucking?”
Whenever I hear this Indian Name stuff, I am reminded of the famous post a few years back By Spoke about Jerks in a Theater. Turns out that was Paul Rueben’s Indian name.
As a 50’s kid I was in the Y Indian Guides (YMCA). Each member got to decide what their Indian Name was. One boy, Ward B_____ , who obviously didn’t think it through, gave himself the mildly unfortunate name… “Running Bear.” For all of the other nine-year olds it was the source of much hilarity and teasing.
My name was “Tommyhawk”, a brilliantly witty pun on my first name Tom. Not that you asked.
( …crickets… )
Maybe you had to have been there, in which case never mind.
You kidding? Shrubs are one of the least publicized dangers in the modern world. You think you’re safe, then BAM, a boxwood leaps out. Just last year I lost a cousin of mine to a rhododendron - the flowers on those things are viciously territorial.
Mine Indian name is Dances for Donuts. It’s been so successful I can barely stagger to my feet anymore, let alone dance.
My Indian name is “Breezy Trousers”.
So Spiderman, you going to come back with a war wound?
I posted that yesterday. Ward B_____ was just a neighborhood kid, not a particular friend or anything. In the past 54 years I’ve probably thought of him two or three times at most, one of them yesterday, in the context of the “Running Bare” story.
That was 24 hours ago. Just now I was glancing at my hometown newspaper online obituaries, and one of today’s new listings is none other than Ward B. (Heart failure.)
It’s nothing more than one of life’s remarkable little coincidences, but I felt like telling you about it.
One of my favorites!