This turns out to be the special summer of my revived fencing life; Vet season was, on the whole, good; renewed my B, but more importantly, fenced with a newfound sense of urgency, but composed action, and re-discovered speed in my strip execution. So results have been consistent, right up to the round of 16 where I tend to drop out, facing an implacable opponent. So that's where I am at, which feels good now at 46. I keep fencing not just because I can but because as the years pass, I'm better ...
Not mine; my grandaughter's. I must be really, really old because the idea of heart surgery as an outpatient boggles my mind. I keep telling myself that medical science has made great advances. As for the granddaughter... the doctor's thought it was asthma until a nurse detected a whoosh sound while listening to her heartbeat. This has, obviously, not affected her development thus far but it explains the asthma-like symptoms.
Epee night tonight. I arrived late and nobody else was there. Hung out, chatted with the coach, and eventually, MK2 showed up. I suited up. MK2 likes to beat-fleche... a LOT. While it is annoying that that is 90% of what he does, it does give me an opportunity to practice dealing with that. This is good as it is one of my weaknesses. Getting to deal with it time, after time, after time, (after time, after time) helps me to break down the action, understand it, and develop a ...
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