Yes I'm going to gripe. I'm going to whine, piss and moan.
I've been doing pretty much noithing but shivering, sweating, coughing, blowing my nose and sleeping since Tuesday night.
I called in sick Wednesday and Thursday. Friday I woke up and decided I could go to work. By the time I got on the El headed downtown, I knew I'd made a horrible miscalculation. I was back home and asleep by noon.
My jacket, plaston, knickers and lame are hung on the back of my bedroom door.
I did some more of the half-balance ball and a little footwork, then fenced Mike for a while, then Dick Johnson.
Ahren had been thinking about something I asked him, about how to set up the touch against someone who is chasing you. He watched the video of my bout against Jude where I pulled it off a couple of times, and the first thing he said was that I had set it up with the previous actions, which of course is true.
Tonight, he first had me fix my feet. I was
I just got back from my workout at the Challenge Center. That is the facility that only works with stroke survivors. I love the staff and the people who work out there. But there are a couple of “fresh” survivors and I am watching them learn to stand or walk or transfer better. They still have “stroke talk.” I used to refer to it as “thick tongue,” you know the feeling you get when you have a mouth full of Novocain and your tongue feels thick and you have trouble making words. You also get
For some strange reason (I believe it was the unusual level of aggravation with dayjob and personal crap), I didn't feel like taking a class last night. I just wanted to fence. So just fence I did.
Warmed up and spent some time chatting with Peach, Jessi1 Gabby, Patrick and a junior foilist who's name escapes me (shocker, I know). There were vague discussions about introducing me to epee, but the decision was made to fence foil.
The aforementioned junior and I bouted for a while.
The adult class was there, and one junior foilist. I did a little footwork and then watched some international sabre - Marti and the Chinese, Lapkes and Tarantino, etc. - while standing on the balancing ball, the half-ball thing. So even though I didn't get much fencing, I watched some fencing and I did do a workout.
The only sabre fencers to show, eventually were Frederick and Jessi1. Jess was fencing left-handed because she injured her hand fencing Frederick a couple of weeks