Tuesday, July 23, 2002
Lumps, bumps and bruises
I picked up a foil with serious intent for the first time in 13 years yesterday. I'm almost incapable of moving my right leg - getting out of bed tomorrow is going to be interesting - and I have about 8 different bruises on my right thigh, but I haven't entirely forgotten all my old tricks. And enjoyed myself immensely - downright hyper, in fact. Totally confused by the new way of hooking up the scoring equipment, so that the lights go on beside the fencer who scored the touche rather than the one who received - seems that was changed for the Olympics, because the non-fencing audience was confused. And was told that my style was "very classical". Good grief, it's only been 13 years, not 200!


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