Running with the Bulls

As I stood contemplating whether running was the best choice I overhead the guy next to me reading out the form guide of the bulls which would be charging towards us. 500 kilograms, 550 kilograms, 610 kilograms. This only sent more fear into my mind.
At five minutes to eight a surge of people started running down the track, at this point I lost all of mates who I had been waiting with for the last hour and a half. The surge stopped as people realised the bulls were yet to be released. The thousands of people running were now spread throughout the track. I continued slowly edging my way up the track and by the time the firecracker was set off to signify the release of the bulls I was more than two thirds of the way down the track. Nobody in my area moved for a few seconds before we were pushed on police and bystanders if we tried to go near the fence.
I soon found myself at the beginning of the tunnel of death with no concept of how long the bulls would take to reach me. I could see the arena gate was open but I had been warned if he enter the ring before the bulls the Spanish in the crowd pelt bottles at you. I felt it was still safer than being in the tunnel with the bulls. I sprinted into the arena and just as I entered the arena I felt something punch my arm. I darted to the right and as I was doing so I saw the first lot of seven bulls charge past me. I had been clipped by the horn of the first bull in the arena. I found a safe spot just inside the arena wall and stayed there watching the hordes of people swarm into the arena along with the next lot of seven bulls and the oxen rounding out the pack.
Once the oxen charge through everybody cheers as they release they made it into the arena. Then on the big screen they show a replay of the run complete with slow motion replays of people getting gored and trampled.
Then the first of the steer is released. They come charging out mowing down anyone in their road and run around for a few minutes before they get tired and disorientated. As the steer become exhausted people start tackling them and pulling them to the ground. An oxen is then released to guide the steer back out of the arena to safety.
About seven steers are released individually with the same process. I stayed well clear of the steer. I spent most of my time talking to mates I happened to spot in the arena. It wasn't until all the bulls were locked away safely and people starting exiting that I found my mates who I had not seen since the bulls were released. We had all survived some of the most terrifying moments of our lives. Anyone who has a close encounter with the bull are said to have been protected by San Fermins cloak. I think today I was definitely protected by San Fermins cloak.
On the bus on the way home I was flicking through the photos on a friends camera and spotted myself in the tunnel just ahead of a bull. I was now sure it was a bull that had clipped me.