My pell, without me, is useless. Without my pell, I am useless. I must practice on my pell true. I must practice harder than my enemy who is practicing to defeat me. I must defeat him before he defeats me. I will...
I went to a training event this Saturday and I was asked to bring my pell. My pell is older than most, I think. This one is about 20 years old. I hauled it around to many places. I have stripped it down to wood and re-padded it several times. I have coated it with water proofing, painted it, stripped it and duct taped it many times.
This latest configuration is the best, I think. It's wrapped in fire hose, durable but very heavy. It can take a duke's abuse.
At the event Saturday there were several peels, all pretty, compared to mine. I remember the old days of the SCA when we all cut up carpet, duct taped it to our arms, cut holes in the end of a Freon tank to use for a helmet, and donned bright colored hockey gloves to protect our hands.
Soon after you could spot the rookie because he was in that stuff.
Now, not so much. Everyone looked amazing. I looked like a schlep.
Not that I cared. I am me and that's what you get. I have an ugly pell. It's ugly because I use it. Pretty pells are just that. Pretty.
Pretty doesn't win battles.
Ugly pells do.