Showing posts with label Sam Miles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sam Miles. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 18, 2000

Have epee, will fence

Went to Wallingford fencing tonight since I plan on starting some shooting on Thursday, my usual night at Wallingford. The usual agenda, and I'm glad to say that my basketball is getting a little better. Greg didn't arrive until the end of the night, so I spent a lot of time fencing Sam, one of the club juniors, since she is the only other epeeist at the club right now. Sam just came back from a juniors event in which she won a bronze metal. She was pretty tired, so we didn't do any intense fencing, but we figure out how she could overcome my long arms and got some great wisdom from Steve about strategy in epee. My lesson with Garik went well, but I still need to do better in my footwork and concentrate on the present more than strategizing too far into the future. Greg arrived with a few things he purchased for me from the vendors at the competition (glove, electric cord, bib, etc.) and we made plans to put my epee together on Thursday...my first electric weapon. Soon I'll be ripping up and down the fencing strip.

Thursday, January 13, 2000

Foiled again

Went to Wallingford again tonight. Started with basketball again, I'm getting a little better. There wasn't anybody around to fence epee, so I ended up doing a lot of foil. I think the epee has improved my confidence and strategy a lot as I felt much more in control of what I was trying to do in foil. It was a little hard getting back into foil mode. After drills I did a little electric foil with some people I've never fenced before. I was humbled pretty quickly. I look forward to going back to epee on Monday. One of the juniors at Wallingford, Sam, may be interested in doing pentathlon too. Her mom wants to wait until her legs have stopped growing before she starts doing a lot of running though. So it looks like there may be a couple juniors starting up in pentathlon soon (including the student Laura has in her pony club). Greg (one of my fencing coaches and the guy who leaves all the bruises on my chest and arms) is off to a major competition this weekend. He may get a chance to get me some electric epee equipment since all the vendors show up to the tournaments.