This'll probably be more for me, because it's theraputic sometimes to get everything down. I've never really done this before, but then again, I've never really felt as passionate about anything as fencing. Nothing has completely taken over my life the way fencing has. I don't know if I have to set up my profile before people can see this, but I'm not setting up a profile, soo...

Why no profile? Because I like to swat social butterflies into bug zappers, that's why.

This is also going to allow me the chance to put down some thoughts that might not be appropriate for the discussion threads... not that i'm exactly PC in those either. Still, there's a very big chance you'll be offended at sometime if you follow this blog, but since you'll be subjecting yourself to the offense, it'll make me feel better.

For the past month, I've been training pretty hardcore (read: everyday) Usually it's a lesson with my coach (who I very much respect) and also drills, plus free fencing. I'm working on tweaking all the little things so they're as technically perfect as i can get them, because that this point, there's no reason not to. This involves lunging in front of a mirror, and working hard at the crazy footwork one of the Ukranian coach makes the class do.

Let me take the time to describe my physique. I'm in good shape. I've had to work my legs before. I've had to work my legs because i trained for a varsity sport that required a lot of running. When you take my core and arms into account, i'm basically a Greek god. No, don't get disgusted at me, because i've gotten over it, and so should you. The only reason i bring this up is to highlight the genius it took for UkraineCoach to developed this sadistic footwork exercise. Something that breaks down Greek gods. Oh, Ares, god of war, why are you on the ground crying, you supposed badass of carnage and destruction? Oh, I see, you did UkraineCoaches workout... that explains it.

I mean this stuff is unbelievable. I don't care to get into the anaerobic aerobic blah blah blah of it all, but his workouts put such a burn in in my quad's it's amazing. I just don't think my muscles are accustomed to the repeated ducking, squatting, and lunging that he requires. It's like i took a shot of the dirtiest cheap vodka you could find: that burn in my throat is exactly what i feel in my legs, but spread everywhere. And I'm not rewarded with inebriation, a East European smirking at me. Whatever. You want to do well in sports, you put up with this kind of crap.

I'll go more into my training later. Then i'll go into successes and failures i've had to endure. Feel free to comment.