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hamlettaWent fencing for the first time since forever, thanks to yhlee's encouragement. Well, the breeches still fit but only barely... I've put on ten pounds over the last year--which of course means I should do *more* fencing but...
Anyway, in my excitement, I got there an hour too early, which is when the kid's class is on. It was really busy, with some forty kids practicing in three groups. I amused myself by warming up against a stack of mattresses -- and was out of breath within ten minutes. Grrrr..... A few others eventually showed up, but not many, which is likely due to the fact that the head coach sent out a reminder of the new season only last night (we use a school building so are tied to the school opening days). The head coach was an Olympic foilist, but unfortunately, time planning is not his strongest side.
I booked a private lesson with Kate, the épée coach. It was only 15 or 20 minutes, but that was probably better as a refresher. I was bad. Mostly my legs hurt from staying low. And I'm back to the rookie mistake of stepping before extending, and then not straightening my arm fully. :( Funny enough, if I practice dry, i.e., without an opponent, I do much better. The moment somebody stands in front of me, all I think of is scoring a hit.
I left after the lesson. I was exhausted, and the only other épéeists were young, tall, and much more advanced. Still, this was enough for the first time in such a long while. Seriously, if I want to continue, I've got to put in some practice. I need to strengthen my legs and work on the basics of my technique. But I find practicing footwork so boring... I love fencing, though, and it seems the only way...
Well, I've paid my autumn dues. I guess I'm committed? :D
yhlee's encouragement. Well, the breeches still fit but only barely... I've put on ten pounds over the last year--which of course means I should do *more* fencing but...Anyway, in my excitement, I got there an hour too early, which is when the kid's class is on. It was really busy, with some forty kids practicing in three groups. I amused myself by warming up against a stack of mattresses -- and was out of breath within ten minutes. Grrrr..... A few others eventually showed up, but not many, which is likely due to the fact that the head coach sent out a reminder of the new season only last night (we use a school building so are tied to the school opening days). The head coach was an Olympic foilist, but unfortunately, time planning is not his strongest side.
I booked a private lesson with Kate, the épée coach. It was only 15 or 20 minutes, but that was probably better as a refresher. I was bad. Mostly my legs hurt from staying low. And I'm back to the rookie mistake of stepping before extending, and then not straightening my arm fully. :( Funny enough, if I practice dry, i.e., without an opponent, I do much better. The moment somebody stands in front of me, all I think of is scoring a hit.
I left after the lesson. I was exhausted, and the only other épéeists were young, tall, and much more advanced. Still, this was enough for the first time in such a long while. Seriously, if I want to continue, I've got to put in some practice. I need to strengthen my legs and work on the basics of my technique. But I find practicing footwork so boring... I love fencing, though, and it seems the only way...
Well, I've paid my autumn dues. I guess I'm committed? :D
