Another weekend, another tournament
Man I'm tired.
I have no idea why, sure I competed yesterday, but I didn't fence all that hard. I went to a tournament that was rated "A2". Of the 29 people fencing all were rated but 10. I was of that 10. Therefore, I had no expectations to kick butt and take names, so I could relax, focus on the fun part of fencing, get a little exercise, and hang out with my friends.
I ended up winning a bout that I had no reason winning. Of course I lost a bout or two I didn't have much business losing, but those aren't mysteries. The guy I won against is a rated fencer, who I have inexplicably beaten before. I don't know if he always seriously understates the fat man, or if I do something that completely unravels him. Either way, I always feel dumbfounded beating him.
Today I feel like I walked to Raleigh, fenced the day, and ran back home chased the whole way by demons. My dreams were messed up too. I dreamed that someone mistook me for an actor that even as I type this I have no idea what he even looks like. She had a newspaper and his face was on the cover, and it did look like me. I decided to play along with her, be real nice, and leave a good impression. I have no idea if the actor is a nice guy or not, but it was important to me that the woman believed she met a nice guy. I don't even remember the other dream, but I do remember it didn't have cars or women in it, so at least I know it couldn't have been a nightmare.
Fencing hangovers we call it. And its been months since I have even had a beer. I must be wearing out or something.
