20 July 2011
11 June 2011
18 May 2011
12 May 2011
I am living with my aircraft commander and our navigator in a room that is about the size of our second bedroom in little rock. It is pretty tight living but we have set things up the best we can. We have had some air conditioning issues since we got here but those may have finally been worked out by our mid night maintenance call.
That is really all that I can put on here for now.
01 May 2011
I hope that you all are doing very well.
09 February 2011
I will always be a Rangers fan, but it is times like these that make you want to stop liking the team. To me, this is very similar to J Jones taking over the cowboys and firing Tom Landry. Not quite the same, but it feels the same to the fans. I hope that they find a way to reconcile this feud that ends amicably for Young and the Rangers. Maybe they can get some much needed starting pitching out of the coming trade, or maybe he'll get to spring training and show them the mistake they were about to make. Either way something needs to happen fast, and personally I think it needs to involve a lot of apologies on the part of the Rangers' ownership/management team no matter what the outcome.
07 February 2011
29 January 2011
As for me, I am getting ready to deploy in may. I am actually ready to go just so that I can actually fly instead of sitting around begging to fly. Rachael is ready for me to go because I look like a little hurt puppy because I don't get to fly as much as I want to. The squadron is actually starting to get to be a little more fun now that the copilots have decided we want it to be that way.
I am also getting out on the bike a bit this january. I had one really cold ride, but I am looking forward to the nice 70 degree temps today. should be a good ride.
02 August 2010
19 April 2010
When the gun sounded I decided I would do what I could to just try and hang on to the couple pushing strollers. That was easier than it should have been for the first part of the race, but that was mainly just because the 3 year old thought that it was funny to watch her father have to slam the stroller to a stop, pick up the blanket, shove said blanket behind child, and then sprint feverishly to try and latch back on to the lead pack. I think the humor of the situation managed to take my mind off the fact that I hadn't prepared for this race in the slightest. As we pushed out into the first mile, I was feeling pretty good. I picked out my new "rabbit" (aka the person who I use to push myself ) because the stroller couple had already moved about a minute in front of me. We crossed the first mile at 7:50, which is not all that extraordinary for my history of running but I am willing to accept it with recent training in mind. At this point I had to move on to a new rabbit, because my previous rabbit had decided to stop and talk to the person calling out times at the mile point about their upcoming test in biology. With my new rabbit found, I began to chase him down. This chase took much longer and was aided by the rabbit taking the chance to walk the last hundred meters of the second mile. I caught this rabbit right as we crossed the second mile at 15:43. As I began the last mile I already knew that there was going to be pain.
As we made the turn to the final straightaway (there was still .8 miles to go) I caught a glimpse of the one thing you never want to see in a race, someone gaining on you. In typical fashion, I straightened my stride, slowed my breathing, and took the nasty pain grimace off of my face. All this in the effort to make this person think that I still had a full tank of gas, and that he was better off not even trying to pass me. If only he had known the truth. I managed to pick up my pace just enough to keep him at the distance I spotted him at. The increase in speed (relative term) seemed to work for the next half mile or so. By this point I could see the finish line. Because I trained so vigorously for this event, I knew I had the finishing kick that would put Olympians to shame......NOT! With .2 miles to go I began looking over my shoulder about every 50 meters. My legs were spent and I knew that I was going to get passed in the final sprint (once again relative) by this mysterious person who I could feel gaining on me with every step. At about 150 meters to go I could see the spectators at the finish line. I could see their faces lit up with the kind of excitement that you only see when you are watching the discovery channel cheetah chase down the injured water buffalo. With about 50 meters to go I decided that it was all or nothing at this point. If he was going to beat me, he was going to have to try and pass me at full speed. I gave the separation one last check, and then I embraced the tunnel vision that comes with running for the first time in over a month while then sprinting with everything you have to the finish line. I crossed the finish line with a lead of what I thought was inches. I turned my head to congratulate this person for a great effort only to turn a full circle and see absolutely no one. As I stood about 10 feet past the finish line, hands on me knees, gasping for air like I just summited Mt Everest, I look back up the course to see the person I thought was right on my heels still about 300 meters from finishing. About this time one of the stroller pushers comes up beside me and comments on the absolute look of desperation on my face as I crossed the finish line. I decided it was probably best not to tell anyone that I had almost lost to a figment of my imagination. I did make the obligatory comment about "finishing strong" and that other crap that racers like to hear. As I managed to gather myself enough to actually move through the finishing corral, the timers took my race number, and gave me a card to fill out with my name and age on it. At the top of the card was a number 10. I asked the lady that gave me the card what that meant, and she told me that I had finished in 10th place. WHAT!?!!? I think I she thought I was going to pass out from exhaustion, but in reality it was going to be from the shock of my finish more than what had gotten me there. I gathered myself and walked to the table where they write the information on your card (I guess you get the star treatment when you finish top 10) and then I walked out to the public seating to find a nice sunny spot where I could bask in the glory of my first top 10 since I won the Pie Eating Contest 4 years running in High School.
When it was time for the awards ceremony I decided to go over and watch them hand out the age group awards and over-all winners. Not that I had a chance, they stopped giving out 10th place trophies/ribbons/medals after the kindergarten track meet. I listened as they called out the winners for the men and women from the 50+ all the 30's in five year increments. When they got to 25-29 year old male, I had the idiotic thought that I would be in that group next year (stupid because I turned 25 in January). The announcer picked up the prize for the male winner and called out "RICK WINGFIELD". As I clapped stupidly and looked around for the person that had a name strangely close to mine one of the stroller runners came over to me and said "If you don't want to go get your medal and prize I can say that you already left." That was when it hit me......I had actually won MY age group. First thought: "Take that Mom. Who is slow?" Second thought: "Stop standing here like an idiot." When I got to the front they gave me my gold medal, my 10lb. box of rice, and I got my picture taken with MISS JUNIOR RODEO ARKANSAS. After a few more photos with some of the more awestruck fans I managed to pry myself loose from the throngs of people and make my way to the car for my first time ever to drive home as CHAMPION 25-29 MALE BOOT SCOOTIN' BASH AND DASH 5K.
Take that world.....
12 January 2010
04 January 2010
02 July 2009
This is me sitting in the observer seat while Doug and Capt Shearin are flying.
This is a picture of the engine shut down in flight. It really feels weird...
I actually had my last day contact ride yesterday and I passed my checkride. Now I am in the Instrument phase of UPT. Instruments and emergencies are pretty much the focus of this navy training. They want to produce pilots that can handle themselves in any situation in any kind of weather imaginable. The instrument phase takes up about 70% of the flights that we have in this program.
On the other side of things, Rachael and I celebrated our one year anniversary on the 28th. We went to San Antonio (really just to get out of corpus) and had a nice little leisure weekend. We hung out by the pool at the hotel, got Rachael a new bathing suit, ate a really nice dinner, and went and saw a chick flick after we ate. It was really nice just to be able to get away and relax. Our friends watched the dogs for us and that was nice as well. Rachael has been really busy making lots of new friends. She mainly hangs out with two or three of the local wives, but she is being mrs. sociable with about every wife on the base. She is constantly setting up outings and gym trips for all of the wives to go on so they aren't too bored while we are studying or flying. It is really nice that she is making our friends for us.
Well that is about it for now, until next time!
31 May 2009
Since the last post I have been pretty busy. Actually having stuff to do everyday has been a big adjustment from the life of just laying around the house and thinking about what I could be doing. Academics is officially over now, and I went the entire period and only missed one question on the five tests that we took. I was pretty upset about that question, because if I had actually read the question I wouldn't have missed it. We start simming on Monday (the 1st) and right off the bat my sim partner Doug and I are scheduled to double turn (two events on the same day). That is going to be fun seeing as we don't really know what is going on in either sim or what we need to do to prepare. We have been just getting prepped for general stuff and learning our checklists. I think that we have those down pretty good, and I think that the sim should go pretty well. We have a little time in the middle to get ready for the second but hopefully their expectations aren't too high.
As for outside of pilot training, not much is really going on. Rach and I have just been hanging out a lot and getting stuff done around the house (except mowing the back yard). Seth got his wings last Friday and I went to go watch/party with him. It was a good ceremony but I spent most of the time being jealous because he is off to fly in the BIG AF. He is going to be stationed at Little Rock and fly C-130J's. That is the plane that I want to fly, but we want to go to Germany to do it. He is already out of Corpus at SERE training in Washington and will be back some time in mid-late June.
I was really trying to ramp up my training, with plans of a couple of triathlons and maybe a half marathon later this summer/fall. That was, until last Monday when I went to do my interval workout and I tweaked something in my right knee. It wasn't really bad at the time, but it never really got any better until Saturday. I have been trying to take it easy by not biking to work or getting any running in, but I don't think that I will have to be off of it for much longer. I think that I am going to move over to strictly biking this week just to try and work some of the stiffness out and keep up my cardio work. If this week goes well then we will start putting on the running mileage at the beginning of next week.
Well, that is really all for now. I swear that I will put pictures up sometime in the near future.
Thanks for reading!!!
15 May 2009
As for training, we have been getting back into the academics that go with flying. We absolutely flew through the advanced weather course in two days. We took the test and I kept my streak of UPT 100s at 1 in a row. Pretty sweet huh? We went right into Advanced Instrument Ground Training and that was pretty much another joke. The test was open book (anything you could carry in) and each question had the location in the material where it came from. That upped my streak to 2 in a row. Next week we move into a little more difficult material when we cover the systems and the Flight Rules and Regulations. The only reason FRR is going to be tough is because the Navy and AF fly on different sets of rules. We should hit the flight line about three weeks from next Monday.
I have also decided that I am going to compete in a few triathlons this summer. I am aiming for some that are in August and most of them are in the San Antonio-Austin area. My training is going fairly well. I have been kind of in re-spin up mode after my down time in Columbus. I am trying to convince Rachael to do some of them with me, but all I have been able to get her to do is go and swim with me some of the time. I am going to be trying for the Olympic distance which is a little longer than the one I did last summer.
Well that is it for now. I promise that I will be posting pictures over the weekend so check back on Sunday for some pictorial updates.