Sunday, January 15, 2017
A little while ago, I returned from a BodyFlow class at my gym. It was my third class. BodyFlow is a mixture of yoga, Tai Chi and Pilates. You "flow" from one movement to the other. I don't flow so much. So far, I have not left that class without feeling embarrassed. It is mostly thin women who are in this class. The kind that can stand on one leg and grab their other leg and hold it up. Those kind of women. Not all can, but enough to make a thickly built old vet curse them under his breath.
I am doing this class in an effort gain flexibility and balance. I have no idea what is realistic to expect. These things dissipate as you age, in case you were unaware. I am trying to do both to improve my fencing. I will try to stay with it and see if it helps.
I have been thinking of late, that of all the physical attributes that fencing requires, my aging body is not bringing the needed ones to the strip. What my body has is strength. In particular, upper body strength. I know that may sound kind of like I have an elevated opinion of myself, but I think for a guy my age it is true. So my passion in life......the sport I love...is fencing. A sport where upper body strength is not of great value. The irony.
Friday, December 9, 2016
Sunday, October 23, 2016
I am 64 years old. I have seen my parents die and my wife's parents die. Eventually you have to clean out the house where they lived and throw things away. Some of the keepsakes you toss would have great sentimental value to them. I am sitting in my man cave looking at fencing medals and such. I hope to leave them around, so my grand kids can find them. Perhaps they will think they are cool. I look at a nice 1st place one. They will not know that there were only 5 people in that event. I have a couple of coaching certificates and such hanging under the trophies. Other certificates with my fencing books and note books. If the kids dig through those books, they will find one certificate I got at an almost useless clinic. If you read the thing, it makes me sound like Zorro. Hope they find it.
Fenced in a tournament yesterday. I was seeded 7th going in. I was seeded 7th after pools. I was seeded 7th in the final results. It means nothing. I keep looking for meaning in epee results, but epee stats are akin to chaos for some of us. No longer looking for meaning there.
A couple of months back, my training partner got sort of conflicting instructions from our two coaches. As I remember, it had something to do with her stance. She talked on and on to me about it on the drive home. She was thinking out loud about it. After some time I stopped her. I looked at her and said, " You have 5 national medals, a couple of coaching certificates and you have been fencing for 11 years.You aren't a 10 year old listening to your coach. Your coaches are not petite 63 year old women fencers. Always listen. Occasionally, silently question advice. In the end, you must figure out what is right for you. You're smart enough to do so. Need to figure it out? The answer is always on the strip."
On a related topic: In fencing, often there is more than one correct way to do something.
Friday, September 16, 2016
According to both my coaches and in different ways I am improving, If just one had said it or implied it, I might have thought they were " blowing smoke". But as it is both of them, I will believe it. ( Right up to the point when I am destroyed in an upcoming tournament. Perhaps even after.) I am more relaxed and more confident. I know this. Young people will never understand the joy I get from my coaches comments. I have thought for a long time that as my body and mind aged, it would minimize or negate any chance for improvement technically or on strip. Maybe not.
It is unlikely that I will ever gain a higher rating or even renew my present one. It is not impossible, but it is improbable. So seeing improvement,.....reaching that goal.....is such an uplifting experience.
Coach Toomey said ,with a smile, last night at practice, " After 12 years of fencing, you finally have a style." Perhaps I am remedial, but I am happy.
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Fenced in a home tournament ( B1-15 people). Did well in pools fencing some good young guns.
Finished second in my pool and 5th out of pools. Went out my first DE to the guy seed 12th.. Disheartening. I suspect this was my best chance at renewing or improving my rating for this season and I blew it. I was tired and even though at one point I had a four point lead, I could not come up with a game plan. Vet Brian? Possibly so. When I got home and washed my "whites", I washed a body cord with them.....and dried it. I had always feared doing that.
Another fear: I often go to club and find strange things attached to the Velcro of my jacket. Socks; grand kid clothes and once....my wife's undies. I fear that some day there will be a repeat on the undies and someone will see them. That probably would not end well.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Last night I returned to the North Carolina Fencing Development Program in Chapel Hill after the month long summer break. My coach there is Dr. Ron Miller, head coach of the UNC Varsity Fencing team.
I have been taking private lessons with him for years. They are a series of technical French drills.
Last night he asked me where Jim Kent was. I was so much better after the break. In fact he said I was 20% better. He bragged on me. Told me he was proud of me. ( That means a lot to me.) He told me it was the best lesson I had ever taken with him.
Okay....yay me! But I thought about this on the drive home and I wondered why. Why was I so much better?
Other than a conscious effort to relax and use my fingers, I did nothing different with my mind or focus.
This is my theory. When I take a lesson with Coach, generally there are three or more things corrected. I take this very seriously. So the next time we have a lesson, I have those flaws on my mind and I am ready to do my best to correct them. However, we do drills and another series of flaws are uncovered and perhaps the ones from the previous week are not mentioned. So after a month of similar lessons and the uncovering of 3 or more flaws per week, I am concentrating on my corrections so much, that I cannot relax.
I think I will not take my lessons with Coach so seriously. (That is the wrong way to describe it, but it is sort of what the plan is.) I am just going to do what every coach has told me to do since I started fencing. Relax.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
I am truly thinking about attaching crib notes to the weapon arm of my training jacket. I can't put them all there, no ones arm is that long.
Last night I had two private lessons. One with Coach and one with Matt. Matt gives a great PL. It is filled with energy and excitement on his part, that you cannot help but absorb.
Several take aways from Matt's lesson last night, but the big one is to relax my back shoulder. Who knew? I see what it does for me. Now if I can just remember to do it when bouting.
I had a new flaw with Coach's PL. My head was tilted.
No more fencing in Chapel Hill until August 24th.
I will try to work on these things in Charlotte, while working on the flaws Toomey has me work on. I think I am doing better on the "always be active" problem.
I gave some thought to recording ALL the things I need to work on, here in my journal. I don't think I could bare to look at that huge list all in one place.