Well, I wanted to fence in the worst way, and that’s what I did. I was a human pincushion, but I was there. 6 weeks from a stroke and learning about the growth of my aneurysms and I am back. I started by practicing lunges and trying to remember to yank back for my “retreat” and be in position for a parry riposte. All I had to fence were young able bodies. Sheesh they are fast. Of course the fact that I let them say “fence” (there was a class going on so it was hard to get a ref. ...
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