On Strip

Or, "What My Husband Taught Me to Think About During the Bout after Watching Me Fence at Summer Nationals"

1. There's no rush.

2. Try to figure them out.

3. Do to them what they most like to do to you.

4. Learn something from each bout.

5. Breathe!

6. Come home in one piece.

Thanks, love! I couldn't have done it without you.

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