We had a small event, only 19 people. I had a pool of 6, Linda Dunn, Betty Brown, Jeannine Bender, and Kathryn Kvols, and Pat Lawrence.
From the beginning of the first bout, I realized that I was feeling awkward, slow, ponderous and stupid. Ah, well. I still won all my bouts because I made a conscious effort to move correctly, though I dropped one point each in four of my bouts and two points in another. We had two referees, Bak (not Adrian but his brother Daniel) and (Brian?)
I've looked at the video a couple of times and a couple of times I'm taking a half step back after my first advance when Stephanie, but that referee still calls simultaneous actions. Two other times he calls attack on preparation against her, though I can't see why from the photographer's vantage point.
Stephanie Aiuto's dad very nicely sent me a Quicktime movie of my bout with Stephanie and my bout with Asha. We were trying to figure out what the referee was calling. I can't really tell from the video, sadly.
As usual, I watch and think to myself that it doesn't look anything like what it feels like. I vividly remember the bout with Stephanie but I can't see any of the details I remember when I watch the video. I don't look like I'm moving very much or doing much of anything,
It was a nice busy night. CR was there and about to leave to get an MRI of her knee, but I managed to fence her. She actually managed to get to a very good place in the bout--I reminded her at one point that a good fencer controls the opponent, and at another that her opponent (me) had just gotten coached at the break and had changed once again, and suddenly she reeled off a bunch of touches. I took off my mask and said, "We'd better stop now."
"Before I get annoyed?" she said.
Huh--I see from the results that I lost to Asha by 2 touches, not 4 or 5. Jeepers--pretty close for being so far in the hole at the start. I'm pleased.