Saturday, December 15, 2012
Sunday, December 2, 2012
I think this might be my last post in my journal. I am not sure,but it might be.
Mostly, when I get the urge to record theses days, it is either whining or complaining. I don't like doing either one.
I have no wisdom to impart. I don't know why in the heck I thought a journal of a man who started fencing at 51 might interest someone. It is just not that interesting.
The more I learn about fencing, the less I have to say about it. That might be a good thing. I am not sure yet.
This journal might be more interesting if it had happy endings. Man works hard. Man accomplishes goal. Thunderous applause.. This is real life. I have four goals in fencing. Not the little ones like being better technically. They are a little larger than that,but not terribly large. The truth of the matter is that it is looking like they will never happen. This isn't whining. It is just fact. There are a great many fencers and coaches that could have been better. They could have attained higher goals. They just ran out of time and money. At 60, time and money are not on my side. Heck...my legs aren't even on my side.
I guess that is all.
Goodbye and have fun fencing.