Journo Scratches Running With Bulls Off Bucket List

At this point we don’t question Yahoo! News‘ Chris Moody’s nerve. But we do wonder about his sanity.

He has kicked snakes while they slept, went on a conference call with then-Rep. Barney Frank about marijuana policy and completely spaced on what he was going to ask and had “a fabulous moment” with RuPaul on the campaign trail.

Something he once told us he wants to do before he dies: “There’s a trail through the jungle between Myanmar and Thailand that is known for smuggling refugees out of the totalitarian country. I’d like to spend some time with them.”

In a must-read story about running with the bulls–forget Spain, we’re talking Virginia–Moody writes about breaking the suggested rules of engagement (i.e. doing a Tequila shot pre-run), getting a black eye in a tomato fight and witnessing all kinds of near death experiences. Thankfully, not his own.

As much fun as he had, Moody may not be doing this next year. “I’ve been informed by my loved ones that I will be disowned if I ever try this again,” he wrote in his story.

But disowned may be where he’s headed.

Moody (pictured somewhere in the picture at right) wants to organize a group of Washington journalists to go next. “The Great Bull Run organizers said they plan to return to Virginia next year, so I thought it would be a fun trip for DC journalists, if I can get any takers,” he told FishbowlDC. “I actually invited Gov. Bob McDonnell and a few other Virginia lawmakers for this run, but they all (wisely) declined.”

(By the way, if you can’t find Moody in the picture don’t feel too badly — we couldn’t either. He says he’s the “dumb person in the middle of the track wearing a hat, back is turned.”)

As for his family’s ban, he said, “I’ll see what I can get away with.”

In a remark on Twitter today, he seemed to wrap up his own thought process: “I approve of insane summers.”

An excerpt:

“As the giants rushed toward us, I felt the sand shift beneath my feet. I heard the pounding of their hooves. Hundreds of people in front of me began to scream, but I still couldn’t see any bulls. Like a good horror movie, what you can’t see is almost always the scariest part. Before I spotted the animals, runners began to turn and speed toward me, their eyes blazing with fear and adrenaline. Behind them, rising from the crowd, I saw the horns of the first bull barreling straight toward us. As they charged through the middle of the track, runners sprang for the side rails.