Having been to FAPís new facility in Wyncote, I was due for a visit to their re-opening in Philly. Wyncote has a decent parking lot and a huge space to play in. The strips are decently laid-out and plenty of room to throw gear. Toilets are a hike.
Philly central is opposite. Street-side parking, with the club in a retro-fitted building. Walk in and youíre not sure if it was a garage or an early 19th century storefront with rear-storage. The interior reminded me of BCAF in the early
VET 40 ME
While I posted the final result in another blog, I wanted to scribble down how it happened. All in all, it was kind of surreal. I trained hard and had a goal of winning this event (seemed like a logical progression of goals since I placed 3rd at Nationals in 2014).
Things started in San Diego on Thursday with a 10 hour drive. I mention this as I it certainly impacted how I felt waking up on Friday for the event. I was extremely dehydrated and groggy
Well, as it happens from time to time, life gets in the way of me doing the things I want to. Not long after Pan Am last year, my blog kind of died off. Despite continuing to fence and train for the beginning of the 2015 season, my blog kind of lost out to work, family, fencing, and rest. So, I am going to try to fire up my blog again, and capture some of the things that I have been doing with my fencing.
This year, I have decided to 'throttle back' on local events. I am fortunate
Odd night at practice. College kids weren't there (leaving early for tournament tomorrow), I was late because my train home was late, and the D vet who sometimes comes to Friday practice was there. Missed most of drills so I just warmed up and bouted. Split two bouts with the teen (who made use of a good tip from the D). Then the Y12 lefty beat me, though it was probably due in part to to my fencing with a #2 blade while he used a #5. That took away my reach advantage and forced me to use more
How many of you got to spend Valentine's Day evening with 30 women??
(I had a women's hockey game to referee tonight)
#10 yellow (holding out a piece of tape she picked up off the ice): "Hey ref, you got any pockets?"
Me: "I'd let you check them out, but I'm married."