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Sep. 24th, 2004 11:15 pmOur fencing teacher tries to make sure we know the French terms for the maneuvers we're learning. There's another word in French, however, that would be quite useful at this stage in my fencing career.
Merde.
Thursday night was fun but in an utterly ass-kicking sort of way - I'm still blaming my cold for the mental fog I was in the first half of class.
We learned the jump (ballonce?) and the fleche, which is rather fun if not extraordinarily random. We suited up and then went over last week's lesson, which was very helpful with the parry/riposte (see last week's post). When we went to learn the parry/disengagement, however....
...I'm not sure where I was mentally, but I could not get the sequence right to save my life. I presented my blade and then my mind went utterly blank. Thankfully, my partner went over it many times with me until I could do it - and to thank him, once I did get a handle on it, my foil tip had a most peculiar aim.
I hope none of the men in my class are planning on having children.
Fencing electric is interesting - we had the dysfunctional strip, however, and so our lights would go off for no good reason whatsoever. My lame strap decided to come undone halfway through our bouting time, which I chose to ignore. It is difficult to try to use the moves you've just learned when some primal part of your brain is just wanting you to thrash your opponent silly with your foil. I'm not landing as many hits as I'd like and I want to practice my footwork a lot before the next class, but I'm having a marvelous time.
Merde.
Thursday night was fun but in an utterly ass-kicking sort of way - I'm still blaming my cold for the mental fog I was in the first half of class.
We learned the jump (ballonce?) and the fleche, which is rather fun if not extraordinarily random. We suited up and then went over last week's lesson, which was very helpful with the parry/riposte (see last week's post). When we went to learn the parry/disengagement, however....
...I'm not sure where I was mentally, but I could not get the sequence right to save my life. I presented my blade and then my mind went utterly blank. Thankfully, my partner went over it many times with me until I could do it - and to thank him, once I did get a handle on it, my foil tip had a most peculiar aim.
I hope none of the men in my class are planning on having children.
Fencing electric is interesting - we had the dysfunctional strip, however, and so our lights would go off for no good reason whatsoever. My lame strap decided to come undone halfway through our bouting time, which I chose to ignore. It is difficult to try to use the moves you've just learned when some primal part of your brain is just wanting you to thrash your opponent silly with your foil. I'm not landing as many hits as I'd like and I want to practice my footwork a lot before the next class, but I'm having a marvelous time.
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Date: 2004-09-25 04:56 am (UTC)...Everyone, particularly if you are female, ends up doing that at least once. Don't feel too bad about it. After all, they're hitting you in the chest, aren't they? (Or, well, they should be)
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Date: 2004-09-25 09:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-25 10:30 am (UTC)