Another weekend and another day of no fencing. I can’t get a ride to the club and my wife has things to do so she can’t take me. I have been able to fence once since October when my Dr gave me the go ahead a couple of weeks ago to start drilling and do light bouting. The one good thing is I have the discipline to get out in the garage every day and do my 100 lunges and practice the form and make sure I get my sword out first and yank back to “retreat” and then lunge from the retreat position.
I am just whining because “they” tell me it is good to write it down. I am going freaking crazy staring at the walls. Going out is a trip to the Dr. or to have blood drawn, either way a grand day out. I can walk and I’d love to use the recumbent bike but the Y is a couple mile away and I can’t walk to the nearest bus stop. I could take the trolley downtown, with to the train and get within 5 miles of the club. ( they would probably come get me. But once again, I have to make it to the bus stop, schlep my chair and kit with me, and take the trolley downtown, which is an hour ride from where I live. If I start now I might make it by next weekend. Only 34 days until the camp in Phoenix, I can’t wait and then NAC two weeks after that in Dallas. I fence for the workout and to compete. I compete to win. I hope I am not strip fodder the whole weekend, it will only make me more depressed. As I tell my coach, “I’ll be out back melting my chair into slag.”
02-06-2010 02:57 PM