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.