swords and so forth
Sep. 29th, 2012 12:44 pmA few weeks ago, I was talking to the boyfriend about exactly how I once managed to slice my parents' lounge room light in half, and suddenly remembered that I used to do fencing! And I loved it!
Promptly got on the internet and looked up fencing classes - and lo and behold, one was starting that Saturday. Which is how I ended up doing Beginners Fencing with a whole lot of twelve year olds, one kindergartener, and another adult. (I have since discovered that I am old: at the age of thirty, I now expect all these kids to outclass me within a few weeks, even though I've done fencing before and they haven't. Because I'm all ancient and my muscles creak when I bend.)
It's fun! Difficult, but fun. And even though so far we've done little more than advance and retreat up and down the room, I'm already calculating exactly how much equipment I should buy to do competition bouts...
One equipment piece that I'd forgotten about was the chest protector. Otherwise known as a giant plastic bra that women have to wear so that their boobs don't get horribly injured. I have a love/hate relationship with these things. On the one hand, I suddenly have a really impressive bust. On the other, I have such an impressive bust that I can no longer put my arms together.
Yay for fencing! And woo!
Promptly got on the internet and looked up fencing classes - and lo and behold, one was starting that Saturday. Which is how I ended up doing Beginners Fencing with a whole lot of twelve year olds, one kindergartener, and another adult. (I have since discovered that I am old: at the age of thirty, I now expect all these kids to outclass me within a few weeks, even though I've done fencing before and they haven't. Because I'm all ancient and my muscles creak when I bend.)
It's fun! Difficult, but fun. And even though so far we've done little more than advance and retreat up and down the room, I'm already calculating exactly how much equipment I should buy to do competition bouts...
One equipment piece that I'd forgotten about was the chest protector. Otherwise known as a giant plastic bra that women have to wear so that their boobs don't get horribly injured. I have a love/hate relationship with these things. On the one hand, I suddenly have a really impressive bust. On the other, I have such an impressive bust that I can no longer put my arms together.
Yay for fencing! And woo!