I returned to competitive fencing about a month ago. It's pretty much been great. I love my club, and the people I train with. My coaches are wonderful. Both are reading my novel draft (fencing is fairly important in the story) and Ro is actually doing a tech read for me, making sure that my terminology is accurate, and that everything I have on the page actually works. (I blocked the scenes while writing, obviously, traumatizing the neighbors by fencing with myself in a blizzard, and traumatizing my brother by practicing disemboweling him over the Christmas holidays, but it's nice to have someone double check these things.)
I had some expectations of how things would go when I started training again, and nearly all of them were wrong. I'm about a 25 mile a week runner, and I thought I was in shape. Which I am, but not fencing shape. So that was a rude shock. I started thinking like a fencer again much earlier than I thought I would, which is awesome, but it also means that my brain is faster than my hand right now. So I'll see a line, and move into it too late for that to be useful. But at least I'm seeing the right things.
I started taking lessons again tonight, and that will help a great deal, because I have also picked up some weird habits, like dropping into octave instead of riposting after I parry. And I seem to want to do all of my bladework in low lines.
But my calluses are coming back, and I regularly have new and colorful bruises, and really, nothing makes me happier.