Sometimes there’s just a little tug on your heart.
Like when I got an email announcing the next Great Bull Run and I was magically transported back in time to that adrenaline-pumping, thrill-a-minute quarter mile run I made with the bulls….
…and with my friend Mark, who passed away at the age of 41 in January 2015.
We both struggled to keep cool in the excessive heat. Mark wore his kerchief on his head, soaked in water and I rolled a wet one around my neck. He kept giving me money to go buy drinks and although he didn’t ride the mechanical bull himself, he had fun watching Jennifer, her brother Nick, and I ride (and fall) off the bull. After the Great Bull Run we went to his house and he made me take two showers because I was covered in salt. LOL Ah, the memories.
So it’s with more than a little sadness that I think about running with the bulls again this year. It seems there should be some good cause I can support with my activities – mental health, treatment of depression, sobriety – all worthy causes that Mark might support me supporting them.
But for now I have to sit here with this ache and realize all over again what a remarkable man the world has lost.