Reno: Day Two
Day 2:
Saturday, March 11th
Saturday was one of my competition days. I was scheduled to fence Div. II Women's Sabre. I woke up way too early in the morning, since my body still hadn't adjusted to PST yet. We got some breakfast and headed to the venue, so that I could have plenty of time to visit the vendors and warm-up slowly. This was the event I didn't really care about, as I really wanted to fence epee, and didn't really have high expectations for the sabre. Fine.
I met Holly a couple hours before the event, and we made plans to warm up together a bit later. Great to see her again!
So into the pools we go later on...My pool had a very strange referee, who really flipped coins when there were two lights on. All the girls in my pool were scratching their heads and looking at each other for most of the calls. Oh well....not really worth arguing since I didn't much care how I did in the event anyway. I did pretty poorly in the pool, and came out as the #45 seed. Oh well.
I get to fence this Donald girl for my first DE. She's seeded #13 or something. Fine. I go to the strip, and start the bout. Immediately, I realize this girl has a massive preparation, so I go into epee mode. I got the majority of my points on counter attack lockouts.
Score is 7-7, when it happens. I could tell she was really trying to aim for my hands to give me enough pain to break my concentration. She proceeds to bellguards me in the thumb. (blame is part her poor distance, part my inability to parry) My first thought is, "OMG. She just broke my thumb." The referee was asking if I could continue, blah, blah, blah. Did she ask if I was ok? Nope. She just flipped her blonde hair and walked away. I finished the bout, but wasn't able to hold my weapon very well. Lost 15-11. At that point, I got to take a trip to the trainer. He pretty much told me that I needed an X-ray, and I couldn't fence epee on Sunday. I begged him to tape it and let me fence, and he agreed that he would look at it again in the morning before he made a final decision.
That was my cue to start drinking. Unfortunately, it didn't make it stop hurting.
Saturday, March 11th
Saturday was one of my competition days. I was scheduled to fence Div. II Women's Sabre. I woke up way too early in the morning, since my body still hadn't adjusted to PST yet. We got some breakfast and headed to the venue, so that I could have plenty of time to visit the vendors and warm-up slowly. This was the event I didn't really care about, as I really wanted to fence epee, and didn't really have high expectations for the sabre. Fine.
I met Holly a couple hours before the event, and we made plans to warm up together a bit later. Great to see her again!
So into the pools we go later on...My pool had a very strange referee, who really flipped coins when there were two lights on. All the girls in my pool were scratching their heads and looking at each other for most of the calls. Oh well....not really worth arguing since I didn't much care how I did in the event anyway. I did pretty poorly in the pool, and came out as the #45 seed. Oh well.
I get to fence this Donald girl for my first DE. She's seeded #13 or something. Fine. I go to the strip, and start the bout. Immediately, I realize this girl has a massive preparation, so I go into epee mode. I got the majority of my points on counter attack lockouts.
Score is 7-7, when it happens. I could tell she was really trying to aim for my hands to give me enough pain to break my concentration. She proceeds to bellguards me in the thumb. (blame is part her poor distance, part my inability to parry) My first thought is, "OMG. She just broke my thumb." The referee was asking if I could continue, blah, blah, blah. Did she ask if I was ok? Nope. She just flipped her blonde hair and walked away. I finished the bout, but wasn't able to hold my weapon very well. Lost 15-11. At that point, I got to take a trip to the trainer. He pretty much told me that I needed an X-ray, and I couldn't fence epee on Sunday. I begged him to tape it and let me fence, and he agreed that he would look at it again in the morning before he made a final decision.
That was my cue to start drinking. Unfortunately, it didn't make it stop hurting.
posted by Karen @ 11:48
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