Yes, I'm about to offer up my carcass to the abuse of better sportsmen than I - it's the Shropshire Open this weekend. I'm off tonight to help set up the competition. I'll do the foil competition tomorrow until I'm knocked out (about mid-morning), then referee for the rest of the day. I'll referee the epée on Sunday, take the equipment down, then slink back into bed to sulk and nurse my wounds.
It's a traditional thing.
This is how I expect to feel: