BTDT, got the leg sprains

Neptunus Lex tries to recapture the swash and buckle of youth:

Three weeks ago I went back to my collegiate roots, found a local fencing club, hit the piste.

Starting to, you know: Regret it.

Turns out that a couple three generations of younger fencers have come up since last I was at the nationals. Some of them quite good. Some of them right here in Sandy Eggo. And the first week I was reminded of leg muscles that you don't use for anything else, except for fencing. Vividly reminded. And then last week I got back spasms trying to keep from falling after 25-year old synapses wrote a check 45-year old legs are apparently unable to cash. That was with me all week.

I didn't go back to Olympic-style fencing, but I did take up Renaissance-style rapier-and-dagger fencing. Also for the record: those leg muscles you forget about for modern fencing act exactly the same way even if you're all pouffed up with a doublet and codpiece.

Hat tip to The Armorer.