after two weeks of laying on the couch at my parents house doing nothing more strenuous than playing super scrabble (which is not as sedentary as you might think… it’s on a long list of games – donkey konga, dance dance revolution, bridge, etc – that regularly turn into physical altercations in my family) it’s back to fencing. winter break is still on until sweet, sweet inauguration day, so the turnout is small and it’s a great time to get some one-on-one attention from the ass-kickers in the club. i kicked off with a private lesson this afternoon from the women’s epee coach in my brand new fencing gear… yay, no more borrowing club gear! shoes, socks, knickers, plastron, a chest guard that actually fits (because those 34B’s “smalls” that the club has a dozen of make me look like i’m playing dress-up in a life-size barbie doll porn movie… “children’s” is my size) a jacket and, most importantly, a patch on the sleeve of my non-weapon hand: a mandalorian insignia. because i’m awesome like that.
some shots of me fencing that were taken before christmas (i’m the one on the right.)
it’s REALLY nice to get back after two weeks off. seriously. hitting stuff for points. like shooting skeet and banging the drums on rockband 2, it’s a perfect pastime for my personality type, which is “true neutral with a cream filling of violence.” that’s the clinical terminology, anyway.
