Two weeks ago was hell week. Pulled an all-nighter, stayed up late a bunch, and managed to get everything done...except fencing. So no practice at DCFC and no blog post.
Naturally, when I made it back, everything was all screwy. I went crazy with freedom - volleyball Monday, practice Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday. By the time I made it to DCFC, I was wiped. Ilya decided that would be an excellent time to have a fleching lesson. I managed to get through it, but I was huffing and
Updated 11-19-2013 at 01:16 PM by sdubinsky (forgot the lesson part)
Home front, both kids are sick. Iím hanging on.
I missed Y Adult class on Tuesday because I just wasnít feeling well. I also missed WCU Fencing on Thursday because spouse had a conflicting appointment. The original appointment was moved so I could make it to the MDFC last Saturday. WCU Fencing is closing this Wednesday for Thanksgiving, and then right after that are finals. The next practice will be in late January when classes start-up.
At Fencing I, there were six
Or "Oh for the love of..."
The main thing I wanted to work on at this tournament was distance.
And my distance was sloppy at best. Mostly it was just crap.
There were 10 competitors, so we decided to fence one big pool. I liked it, simply because we'd all get to fence more.
2 wins 7 losses. -19 indicator. Fencing too close. Just not sharp.
My DE was against a clubmate. I fence her weekly. It was very close. We traded the lead a few times. I was having
We had 15 pre-registered for the mixed sabre at the BCAF Veteran's 3-Weapon Day, but by the time I got there it was down to 11. We fenced a pool of 11, with Dirk and Stephen refereeing. We had a number of people fencing who were planning to also do the foil and epee, so it was a real mix. Dawei Ling, whose daughter Jennifer is a very good sabre fencer, was fencing his first tournament after starting fencing himself two weeks earlier, and he did a really nice job, making good actions and setting
Updated 11-17-2013 at 03:52 PM by Peach
Quitting is easy. I do it all the time.
Sometimes you have to hit bottom before you can quit an addiction. I have not yet hit bottom but screwing up what should have been a relatively easy DE win and being overwhelmed with negative emotions that reminded me all too well of the days with diabetic friends did a mini-intervention because they were certain I was heading in that direction.... well... it's time to quit. Again.
I returned home last night and ate some Dark