Talking to the Owl

I lost a heartbreaker yesterday 15-14. I gave up a 14-12 lead and we went into overtime with two double touches and had the bright idea to do a fleche with no set-up. Buzz!  Sudden death!  He went on to take second in the tournament. Ah victory- how fickle a lady you are!

In retrospect, I did a lot of things wrong.  I got to the tournament at the last minute, so my warm-up wasn’t complete.  Next time, I’ll call a friend so we can both push each-other to get on the road at a decent hour.  Then, when I get to the tournament, I’ll have someone to warm up with. 

I fell asleep in the pools and even lost a bout 3-2 because I just wasn’t attacking enough.  I lost badly to a fencer who didn’t extend his arm to attack.  What ever happened to my counter-attack? 

I can say that, yes, a bad day fencing is still a little better than a good day working.  There’s always another tournament, and I’m always getting better.  There were a lot of other fencers yesterday who didn’t win either.  Just wait until next time!