31 Oct

One interesting by-product of fencing tournaments — colorful bruises:

Two shots on the thigh . . .

. . . And a big one for the bicep







Unlike my previous two tournaments, from which I came home all purple and black down my right side (prompting my wife to suggest I see a doctor), my torso is spotless this time (I’ll spare you the pictorial evidence). That, coupled with the fact that I rarely if ever missed wide right and landed a lot of off-target hits on my opponents’ weapon arm, makes me wonder if I actually did fence better this time, despite coming out with the same result. Perhaps the location of my bruises shows that I was able to keep distance better this time.

Or perhaps I’m so desperate to find some bit of good news from Saturday that I’m seeing my bruises as a badge of honor.

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