Some work from today, yesterday, and Sunday.
Sunday I went with the roommate over to visit some folks that are big into the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) thing. It’s the worldwide group that “celebrates the Middle Ages as they should have been.”
Super good peeps, they took me right in as if we’d known each other for years. As is typical of the SCA folk. I was involved a bit when I was at WVU, with The House of the Drunken Badger. Dealing with these folks was like a total flashback for me. There’s a certain look to the folks, to the house; a certain flavor, a certain… je ne sais quoi that I usually see that involves cats, dogs, beer, beards, weird, unnamable objects (by the lay public, that is) left in corners, and bookshelves of fantasy and science fiction literature (as well as esoteric volumes about obscure crafts and lore).
I felt immediately at home, and wary, too. The SCA is the type of hobby that can eat your life, and these folks often have a hard time understanding why you can’t center your life around the Middle Ages as well.
Nonetheless, it was a good group and I really enjoyed talking with them. The homeowner apparently is a bowman of some renown in the organization, and apparently anytime anyone shows up, the bows and arrows come out for practice/competition.
He most graciously asked if would care to join in the fun of chucking arrows downrange, and honestly, I do rather like to shoot archery, so I accepted. So, a group of us shot and shot until the rain started to pour, and I had a good time. Shooting archery, though not particularly taxing, is still a) not sitting around on the couch, b) a decent skill/strength workout.
In my case, I was using a recurve bow of only 25 pounds and flu-flu arrows. Normally I use a 55# recurve and normal arrows, but using the 25# bow was nice and easy. Shooting flus from a 25# bow was challenging, in the sense that the flu-flus don’t want to go the forty yards downrange unless you angle up like you’re trying to shoot aircraft.
Tuesday was over at University of Mary Washington to help with the fencing club. It’s always a pleasure to go over there, and it’s one way I feel like I’m contributing to the community. It’s actually the first practice I’ve been to this semester. Travel, long workdays, and an injury or two have conspired to keep me away.
Again, not too taxing; I was over there with my neoprene knee brace on as much a signal that I wouldn’t be doing a heavy amount of lunging as for actual protection. But, no hard bouting ensued. I mostly helped in training coupé (cut-over) and dégage (disengage) techniques and tactics. Had a good one-on-one with one of the students (David, I believe).
Tonight’s affair was, however, of a completely different nature. It involved a lot of sweat.
Started off with 10-20 minutes of stick work (kali and jo) vs heavy bag to loosen up. Then I went into tabata kettlebells. I stayed with the baby bell today (16 kg). I practiced a few timed sets with what Coach Scott Sonnon calls the “Swingblade,” a sort of swing-lunge affair that I found quite taxing. I’ll be beating on that one a lot in the future, I can tell. I closed out that round with explosive two-handed swings.
Next tabata round: LCCJ (long cycle clean and jerks). Another good four minute round of love, yum-yum.
Next round was not tabata, but a long four minutes or so of capoeira-like movements around the heavy bag.
Back to the bell for the last round: snatches. Oh, yeah, felt gooooood. Mm-mm, getcha some! Okay, so I was a little hyped. 🙂 Finished off with the usual cooldown/stretch session, and I managed not to twist my knee out of its socket this time. Yay me.
Music: Billy Idol’s much maligned Cyberpunk album.