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hamletta At fencing today we finally moved to metal weapons. Hooray! It's actually easier to fence with those because they are mostly straight while the plastic things are seriously droopy so it's really hard to aim. Metal kit meant putting all the clothing on: plastron, chest protector and jacket (no lamy yet)--and it wad super hot. Like, swimming in your own juice hot.
Our coach was absent for the second week in a row due to family emergency, so we got two young guys who normally coach kids. I didn't mind, actually. They are less focussed on drilling bits of technique, so that's a loss (the coach had us practice every move with him; they just demonstrate and leave us to it), but at least I didn't feel them looking at me like I was geriatric. I guess at their age anyone past thirty is geriatric so that doesn't matter... And it was fun to do some actual fencing--though I wish I could be a better opponent to my partner. All the other people in the group came with friends, so he and I are the only "singles" and stuck together--which is fine by me but he is young and fit and with the most experience because he's father's been fencing for a while, so I'm not exactly a worthy opponent. He's very nice about it, though, so that's that.
BUT! At the end of the session, with two minutes to spare, we were told to change partners and play a bit. I got a very young girl, somewhat shy, so I thought I could take her on with sheer aggression. So I moved in, but failed to keep my front foot straight and my ankle gave... My lunge turned into a horizontal fleche and a splat on the floor, which must have been quite spectacular. Unfortunately, this is an old ankle injury that I seem to have aggravated. I've had ice on it since I got back home but it's swollen and hurting... I really hope it's not going to get worse... I don't want to miss next week as we're going to have our Level 1 assessment!
Our coach was absent for the second week in a row due to family emergency, so we got two young guys who normally coach kids. I didn't mind, actually. They are less focussed on drilling bits of technique, so that's a loss (the coach had us practice every move with him; they just demonstrate and leave us to it), but at least I didn't feel them looking at me like I was geriatric. I guess at their age anyone past thirty is geriatric so that doesn't matter... And it was fun to do some actual fencing--though I wish I could be a better opponent to my partner. All the other people in the group came with friends, so he and I are the only "singles" and stuck together--which is fine by me but he is young and fit and with the most experience because he's father's been fencing for a while, so I'm not exactly a worthy opponent. He's very nice about it, though, so that's that.
BUT! At the end of the session, with two minutes to spare, we were told to change partners and play a bit. I got a very young girl, somewhat shy, so I thought I could take her on with sheer aggression. So I moved in, but failed to keep my front foot straight and my ankle gave... My lunge turned into a horizontal fleche and a splat on the floor, which must have been quite spectacular. Unfortunately, this is an old ankle injury that I seem to have aggravated. I've had ice on it since I got back home but it's swollen and hurting... I really hope it's not going to get worse... I don't want to miss next week as we're going to have our Level 1 assessment!
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Date: 2018-05-17 03:41 am (UTC)Look at it this way--you probably want to pair one of the most experienced fencers with a beginner for safety reasons, and learning to teach (assuming that explanations/demonstrations/corrections are happening) is not a bad thing either.