To shank or not to shank:
That is the question. Well not really. The answer is always shank. It is fencing. The goal is to shank. But the real question is whether or not I want to register for tournaments.
I don't know. Part of me wants to. Because I want to try it at least once. Actually doing stuff you know. But the other part of me is all like but you suck and you'll fail and it'll be a waste. And then you'll be poor, and you should have just bought the shoes instead. But still. I think I want to try. I think I want to go and attempt to not suck so much. But then, I'd have to pay attention more. Not that I don't pay attention as is, but pay attention and attempt to apply what I'm watching.
Like tonight. I fenced Brian for a bit 'cause I had asked him to fence me. I lost of course, I wasn't entirely expecting a win, but I notice a lot of things while fencing, and while observing. I just can't figure out how the hell to take advantage of said things that I've noticed. Like timing. I get timing, it's just something that comes fairly naturally. If you give me something that I can put into a pattern, I'll figure it out fairly quickly. I understand bouncy fencers. It's not difficult for me to figure out their patterns. It is difficult for me to get inside that timing. It's annoying.
But I think I'm getting better at it. Maybe. At least, I'm getting better at getting inside Brian's timing. I think he knows it too. I just have to get better at not getting lured fully. Or lunging deeper more frequently. Or following through with my attacks. Or something. Haha. I think I'll get registered. Just to see. Who knows, maybe I'll end up being God's gift to fencing. Haha, probably not. More like God's gift to bored fencers who need an adorable distraction.
Quote of the Day:
"The reason lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place is that the same place isn't there the second time."
- Willie Tyler
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