I finally got my papa to try fencing. He has just completed the class and last night was our first time to fence foil. (He has been tainted by the stain of epee...) He is doing very well overall, but still needs some work on footwork and strategy. I don't think he cares much for the target area and restrictive rules of foil. Though, I keep reminding him that foil is real fencing.
Otherwise, a couple of months ago, I beat the state champion (my personal instructor) and rejoiced in gladness! (Though I conned him into stopping 1/3 of the way through our bout just so that I could say I won...) Mr. J. O. still beats me like crazy, most likely due to his being fourteen inches taller than me. But, we still have great fun.
I also fenced eppe with a beginning, though middle-aged, fencer who I thought, for a split second, had broken my arm. He did not break my arm, or my wrist, or any fingers, thank goodness, but somehow took away all feeling in the right side of my body... I could feel my arm again this morning! At that time, I illustrated to papa the reason why I prefer foil.
Well, at least I did not suffer a flesh wound, like last week...
Ever since I was little, fencing sounded like such fun! I enjoyed this post and am glad that your injury wasn't serious.
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