We woke up super early today for an exciting day of, “Running with the Bulls”. A famous spanish tradition of an annual run around Pamplona. Everyone lines up and a herd of bulls are released into the crowd, you then must run from the bulls along a set out path past shops and homes, as you zoom past cheering crowds and other startled runners. As soon as the gun was fired Cooper and I sprinted past other runners and hurled ourselves toward the outer fences, and just in time too, a bull had just slammed into the fence as soon as we had scaled it. Nobody was badly injured, but i had a nasty cut on my left leg, but after a few painkillers and rest, I was feeling good as new.