I signed up for a tournament in Indiana. I love the out of state tournaments.
I don't feel at the top of my game. I haven't been able to hit a single tournament this year with the work situation (I've been working 7 days a week and having to work late most nights).
Also I have been training with some french grip epees instead of pistol grips. I never really tried the pommelling bit before, but there are some opponents with pistol grips I practice with and it seems
ever get beat up by a bully as a child? ever wonder what would happen if you guys gew up, and then years later you run into this bully again, only to realize he is still a whole lot bigger than you, and have them kick your butt as an adult?
Almost happened to me this weekend.
i used to fence in MACFA in college. i was in a club team, and 'this guy' was varsity. I'd get trounced by 'this guy' all the time. i met him again at the reminikykdyukk tournament this weekend.
In 1988, the Berkeley swim team took part in an unique experiment. Each swimmer was asked to swim one of his (or her) best events as fast as he could. Their coaches then told them that their times were slightly worse than they actually were. After a sufficient rest, the swimmers were then asked to swim again. While some of the athletes performed the same, others did much better, and others--even some of the team's stars--did far worse than they had the first time.
What makes this experiment
Updated 11-08-2011 at 03:42 PM by Jason
Already did phase 1: Disassembling the foil blade. Everything came right apart. Last night was putting the blade into the acetone bath.
Using a metal "Tuna pipe" with a cap at the bottom (sealed with plumbers tape). I measured the volume by filling the tube with water and seeing how much it was in a measuring cup: 1 1/2 cups. So I picked up a pint of acetone. Drained the pipe, made sure everything was tight and filled the pipe. There's just a little aceton left in the acetone container
I always poked fun at graduate students who never see the light of day, and are often like naked mole rats. You know: naked, blind, never see the light of day, very clandestine, mole rats.
Now I am one: funneled into my little microcosm of research to pump out a thesis in some number of years, which will hopefully be a stepping stone for some financial pedestal for the rest of my life while I am naked, blind, never see the light of day, very clandestine, mole rat. Maybe less naked