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Each year, hundreds of people get up early to watch and participate in the San Fermin festival, Running of the Bulls. I arrived on the streets at 7am, an hour before the run begins. Leading up to the run I didn't want to talk to anyone. I was so focused on not scaring myself out of running that I could hardly talk. I was with a few friends, but as the start of the run came closer we split up. This was purely because there was no way I wanted to be running next to a friend, and put in the situation where I might have to push him in front of a bull, just so I can stay alive. As I stood among a sea of strangers, time slowed into a wave of anticipation. My true feelings came through when I was frightened by the canon, all I could think was "You are actually the dumbest person on this planet." I was starting on the last straight after 'dead mans corner', which had clearly earned it's name. Looking down the straight, everyone was bobbing up and down trying to see above everyone else. Trying to get the first glance of the bulls raging up the road. Then the crowd started to get louder. The voices became higher pitched. I couldn't make out anything that people were saying but I just knew it was time to start moving. I wasn't even in control of my body anymore, it was just going as it pleased. It felt like there was more adrenaline in my body than blood. I remember looking back through the sea of red and white, and beginning to hear the bells that are hanging around the bulls necks dinging louder and louder. The taps of their hooves on the paved streets got closer and closer. I remember constantly looking right in front of me, analysing where I could take every next step. Then finally, seeing their ginormous horns, their huge heads, and then their whole body moving so quickly up the street. All of a sudden everyone running becomes tighter as the bulls clear a path through the middle of the street. I was basically running right up against the wall and all I could think was, "Yep this is it. I am actually going to die." After that, my mind switched off and my body took complete control of manoeuvring around every little thing that got in my way. It started to slow down a bit, and in front of me was a small pile up of people that I nearly got myself into, but managed to get around. By this time I had no idea if all the bulls had gone past or if there was more to come. It started to slow down more and more, as we were coming into the opening of the arena. People were hi-fiving their mates and cheering "We did it! WE DID IT!" I was still trying to get into the arena as quick as possible because I didn't want to get rounded up by the smaller following bulls, which are released at the end to clear the run. I finally came to the small tunnel that led straight into the opening of the arena. The cheering became louder and louder from everyone in the stands. I literally felt as though I had just won the Olympics. I walked around in the arena, when my friend Jarryd came up to me, both expressing ginormous grins, as he said "How good was that?!" Just as we began to give each other a giant bear hug, I heard a noise from the entrance and thought that the smaller bulls must be coming into the arena. I push Jarryd away from me, and yell “Get the fuck off me!" while sprinting away as fast as I could. I sprawled myself over the fence and onto the concrete of the stands where I was finally, after only two insanely intense minutes, safe. It turned out that there was no signs of the smaller bulls, so I just sprinted away from nothing.