Crosstraining

Short post today, because man, is it lovely and sunny out. Courtney and I hopped on the bikes, and spent five hours roaming around Granville Island and environs. Delicious double-butter croissants, peaberry coffee done by someone who really knows how to drive a Clover, and a few indulgent treats from Chocolate Arts. Swordplay is an absolute bear on the joints. Moving a chunk of metal at maximum speed and changing its path in less than an eyeblink? It’s a specialist sport. If you do nothing but swordplay, you will be in a world of hurt. You need to do other things to balance your body out. I sometimes say I’m not a fan of weights, but that’s not true. I love to move heavy iron. But I don’t think sitting down, moving things in a limited plane of motion, is a really ideal workout choice. I think exercise should be…

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Swordplay and Perception

We’d been on horseback since early morning. The day had started cool and beautiful, not a cloud in the sky. We plodded along next to the fenceline all morning, stopping once in a while for a quick repair. By noon we were on our way down into the valley, and the prairie sun was brutal. Coming out of the pines into the scorched yellow grass was like a slap in the face. It had been miserable hot before, but we’d been mostly sheltered. The other side of the valley was in shade, and there was a deeper patch of forest there. It took us about an hour in the heat to saunter down the slope and cross the valley floor. We pushed only a little up into the forest, and dismounted. We grabbed our panniers and the big jugs, and headed for the spring. It was over thirty years ago,…

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