By a glitch of scheduling, we had a sabre training event at 2:00 at the club the day after an open sabre. I figured I wouldn't waste the opportunity to do some bulk fencing since I'm in a mini-training-cycle for Summer Nationals. I've been walking for an hour every day, and though I haven't lost any weight I certainly feel better.
Though there were only eleven preregistered, we had fifteen for the event, not all of them from FAP. We did a round of five-touch bouts everyone fencing everyone, and then embarked on a round of fifteen-touch bouts. In the five-touch round, I lost to Don Malnati, Tony Alvarez, and Nick Loh, but more importantly in the last quarter or so of the bouts I rediscovered my feet. I started making the controlled preparatory step I've been working on with Ahren, and presto! I'm fencing again. Well, mercy me.
I only got through six of the fifteen touch bouts, winning them all, by which time it was 5:00 and Mark told us to finish up our bouts. I got undressed, assuming we were done, and when he started talking about using the end of the strip and I realized he was going to do some task bouting, I chose to do my stretching and leave instead. Everybody was pretty tired and getting sloppy by that point, and I wanted to leave when I was on top of my game. Frankly, though I was tired by the first bout, I felt about the same by the time I hit the twentieth bout, so I guess I'm in better shape than I thought I was.
My uniform was some pounds heavier and really gross by the end, so I took it--and my lame and overglove--home to wash. I'll take them back tomorrow night.
06-15-2008 07:18 PM