A typical second night back! The first time back after a hiatus, I always fence well, and the second time I'm always terrible.
It was very busy -- Dave, Bob, Bridget, Nick L., a couple of the sabre boys whose names I don't know, Michelle, Donna, Charlotte, Dick, Ahren, and Meng. I fenced Dave, one of the sabre boys twice, Michelle, Donna, Dick, and Ahren, and lost at least three bouts (losing to Dave and Ahren is pretty much normal, but I lost another one) because my distance is
Except for a few I got on Meng, I didn't do straight attacks. No profit. But I did do footwork and some target drill, and that was useful. The only sabre fencers there were Meng, Kiersten, and Bob, and I fenced all of them (Meng and Bob twice). Mark asked me if I wanted a lesson, and when I said I didn't know if someone else had moved into that slot during the five weeks I was out, he said the 8:30 slot was permanently mine. That was nice. Of course, that's Mark's version of time--when he
Tomorrow I'm planning to go to fencing. I think I'm going to work on footwork and straight attacks. Back to basics.
I looked again at the Sunday tournament, and realized I had misread the close of check-in. There's no way I can make it. I cancelled.
Donna and Dave both commented on my Facebook page, asking me to come back to practice. But Monday night is an evening meeting and Wednesday night I have another meeting. I guess I'll just have to stick to my month off.
The middle school admissions director says it's okay if I slip out fifteen minutes early . . . which means, I'm afraid, that I can make the tournament if I high-tail it out of there. Oh, well.