I suck. One of my coaches* has been trying to get me to learn to change lines with my attacks, which means, for the moment, practicing holding my arm and hand in a much higher on guard than I am comfortable with. It also means, as I learned last night at practice, that I have next to no game left at all. Which sucks. I cannot tell you how much. For months, since sometime in February or March , for the first time in my eight years of fencing, I felt like I had a game. Okay, so not all of my attacks landed in the way that I hoped, but I had learned (finally, finally, finally, thank God!) how to asses what I was doing during a bout, think about the mistakes that I had made, and try something different: change distance, change tempo, feint, set up an attack. I was fencing , God dammit! Fencing. Really and truly fencing. And, let's not forget, enjoying myself. It's all gone. All of it. I am back in the Pit, staring a...
I'm reminded of the Women Fighters In Reasonable Armor blog, which has the excellent aim of countering the stereotype of fantasy female warriors in sexist and uselessly unprotective clothing: http://womenfighters.tumblr.com/archive
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