~A New Kind of Stress Relief~
I took up the sword.
The fencing sword, I mean. It hit me to give this old sport a try. It has been a few months since I started, and I find myself loving every minute of it. I spend only five hours a week holding it, but I do admire the feeling.
I have progressed in my training. I feel very confident now when I am up against others who have more experience. Especially the boys. There is something that feels right about wearing the mask, strapping on the white uniform and picking up my weapon.
I do not fence foil or saber, not that I have anything against these styles, but I much rather prefer the hard core sword that is epee. This style is fought with the least amount of rules, and I was never one to be keen on rules.
When I step up to greet my opponent there is always an ere of doubt. However, when the official calls “Onguard,” I am a stone cold blade with a pointed edge and a victim in plain sight.
I parry and take the blade, then with a firm wrist I stab. I release my worries for the time being, and concentrate on my opponent. I do this five times before I am the victor. It has become routine, although I have my tricks.
It is not just a sport, but an escape. With everything I have to worry about in a college week, it is always nice to take my troubles out with the blade at hand. Nevertheless, I do not always come out unscathed. The bruises on my arms and chest will vouch for me.
Even so, I wonder how I never discovered it sooner.
P.S – I know I’m holding a foil weapon and wearing a saber mask in this picture, but it was from when I first started. Can’t blame me!