Oddly enough the older I get the more things I want to do and many of them are just plain stupid! I have never wanted to jump out of an airplane. My father has always said “the only thing that falls from the sky are bird shit and idiots, and I’m not either!” He also used to say “Why jump out of a perfectly good airplane?” Both, very valid points. But despite his logic and my fear, I would imagine that to say you did it once and lived to tell the tale has to make you a more complete person, right? I always think to the future, when I have grandkids. I want them to hear my tales of adventure and think “my grandfather really lived life!” That brings me to the main point of this post. I want to run with the Bulls in the worst of ways! Now before I go on, I know it can be extremely dangerous and fool hardy, not to mention cruel to the bull, but lets put all that aside for a minute. I mean we are talking about adventure here! I mean, it was one of Hemmingway’s many exploits and he was a world renowned adventurer. I realize I may be romanticizing this a bit, but I can’t help it. In all reality, when I think about doing it I feel I don’t have the stones, but nonetheless the mere idea haunts me and I want to get up the courage so bad. Maybe I could run for a few hundred feet and then jump back into the crowd safe and sound? Regardless of whether or not I ever do it, the idea of adventure is coursing through my veins (Notice I said “my”, not “ours”. That’s because Crystle clearly has more sense then I do and will cheer, but definitely not run.) If you have ever, want to, or plan to run in Pamplona, let me know. I need someone to discuss this crazy obsession with. I need somebody to tell me I’m not crazy or alone. Thanks
til’next time…The Vagabonds
