I just found a photo which when cropped down I discovered the exact moment I was truly bullrunning, in the mozo-sense, on the horns of the bull, rather than posing alongside, after the horns have passed. I remember the adrenaline-spike, but that spike has taken away all visual memory. Thank God. Here is the detail:
Here it is in full, showing the bubble of taurine space, cut through the anarchy of human fear around. I did not belong there.
Imagine that times a hundred, and you have what it was like to fight a bull, an experience I underwent and forms the last two chapters of my book, Into The Arena: The World Of The Spanish Bullfight.
Take a look.