I’m dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming…

Gotta love saber, man, if for no other reason than you really know you were in it when it’s all said and done. I rarely come home with bruises on foil nights, but saber is a whole other story.

The bruise pictured above is one of three I came home with after Wednesday night’s saber. The other two are on my right bicep and left shoulder respectively. The one on my bicep, it should be noted, is in a spot protected by three layers of heavy nylon: the lame, the jacket, and the under-arm guard. All three bruises, also, were dealt by the same opponent. He hits very hard.

I never really feel these bruises, though, until well after when I am driving home. I’m not into pain, or anything, but despite the fact that I get markedly more abused in saber than foil, I really think I like saber best. We’ll see if that still holds true after this coming Monday night’s foil. It may be that I have to drop to one night of fencing a week in the Fall/Winter, due to scheduling conflicts. As such, it’s sort of becoming important for me to figure out which I like best.

In other news, Serenity! It may actually be, shock of shocks, that I don’t go and see this tonight. This is because The Wife and I are considering a Serenity / Corpse Bride double-feature tomorrow afternoon. We’ll see. While The Boy and I appear to have recovered from the Mondoshawan Death Flu, The Wife is still a little under the weather. That will be a determining factor as to when we go and whether we sit through a double-feature or not. Either way, I am really looking forward to both movies.

Also, the sprain appears to be healed, and Alton Brown may have saved my Garlic Knots. We’ll see when I try to make them again this weekend.