En garde

The best thing about fencing is, I come away from it with something of the same sense of well-being I came away from running with. Not the same feeling exactly, but the same flavor of feeling, if that makes any sense.

The second best thing is that after three lessons, my thighs are not nearly as sore as before. And I can do ten (slow, imperfect) pushups at a go!

The third best thing is that I’m beginning to get a handle on how one goes about parrying someone else’s sword. Which, really, is more important than figuring out how to hit someone with yours. (Did I mention you can miss hitting someone with your sword even when they’re not trying to stop you? Funny how that works.)