Drill, Drill, Drill

When there's a pollution alert on a 90-degree day, people just don't want to put on all of their armor for fencing practice. That includes me. At least we didn't waste the whole evening. We did drills on footwork, basic parries, hand parries, and disarms.

I suspect that such weather may in some ways be a boon. Ysabel has complained that she thinks she has reached a plateau in her fencing skill, and she's probably not alone. We need to do more than just get together and spar with each other every week. That just trains us to beat each other. We need to do the drills; that's what trains us to be better fencers.

Here's to more warm weather...