We had thin wiry friend who used to visit us and take my swords out in the yard and "play" with them.
He'd swoop around the yard swinging that five-foot beast over his head like it was nothing.
It must be strength *and* technique because one good swoop leaves my arms burning.....:)
I bought the sword at a Renn Faire many years ago and carried it home on the p-pad of a Harley.
First time I'd ever seen car drivers make *sure* they didn't crowd us....:)
"It must be strength *and* technique because one good swoop leaves my arms burning"
Spending several hours a day from about the age of 8 hacking at a wooden post set into the ground probably had something to do with it, too.