Disclosure: I have been provided a race registration code by Spartan Race Media to be given away on my blog.
One of the best ways to physically prepare yourself for BMT is by running, if you didn’t get that message already through my blog. The run is 60% of your PT score in the Air Force. It’s a great way to pick up points and put you closer to your testing goal, or at least to a passing score. One of the ways I’ve found to get motivated to run is to participate in local races. The energy, the crowds, they get you motivated. There’s just something about those pre-race jitters and the sense of accomplishment when you beat your personal records.
If you’re ready to challenge yourself and test your physical strength and abilities, do I have an offer for you! The folks from the
Even if you’re not our lucky winner, Reebok Spartan Race has recently joined forced with GovX.com to offer one of the largest race registration discount programs for active, reserve, and veteran military members, as well as active first responders. Head to GovX.com to sign up for the Spartan Race and save $30 off your registration. Go ahead and put that toward your massage after you cross the finish line!
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If you’ve been following the
If you and your loved ones haven’t already liked their FB page or visited their site, get on it! It’s one of the best sources of information available on BMT, especially for those supporting a trainee. They have great info on where to stay in the area, details about graduation, and you can network with other loved ones in your trainee’s flight. I wish my friends and family would’ve known about it before I left for BMT, as it is great for keeping everyone motivated and informed back at home so they can better encourage you while you’re down there.
Hope to see you online tomorrow night!
Hey readers! We’re in the thick of back-to-school madness, but I thought I’d check in with you here. It’s my 8th year of teaching and it never gets any easier at the beginning. It’s always crazy, crazy, crazy, with nothing set in stone until a few weeks in. Never fun, but it’s the nature of the beast.
I started school after a UTA weekend, naturally, so it’s been a long week. This photo was taken last weekend at our annual Family Day event. Quite the change from last year, to actually go home and retrieve my “family.” I can’t wait for DD to really be able to enjoy the festivities of the weekend, from the C-130 Herc “Adventure Tour” to the multiple bounce houses and other carnival type games. In the meantime, we take a cute picture! She was exactly four months old on this day.
Our D&TF group was out in full force at the Family Day event. Watching them do a drill down really gets me excited, I’m not going to lie. Seeing the fear and excitement in the faces of those about to undertake BMT and all that the Air Force has to offer really stirs something in me. Like I’ve mentioned on here before, if it weren’t for my acceptance for commissioning (and my young daughter), I’d be considering an MTI tour.
In other good news, I was worried that I’d have to take my PT test in September, but recently got a reassuring email – since my profile says I can’t PT for six months, that means I’ll have to test in October, with the commander’s approval, of course [since it’ll be after my testing due date]. That is a huge relief, even though it’s still rapidly approaching and I need to hit the pavement in preparation.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!
DH and I are celebrating our 6th wedding anniversary today. Six years ago I became a military spouse. I didn’t marry a man who was already in and settled. We did what many military couples do – got married at a courthouse on graduation weekend. I drove 1700 miles from California to Missouri to see my husband for the first time in ten weeks and hightail it on over to the courthouse. I wouldn’t do it any other way. Sure, we didn’t get a wedding night (curfew mandated that he return to the barracks) or a honeymoon, but its simplicity made it so meaningful for us. The military’s had its hand in our relationship ever since, separating us for months and years at a time. When it’s worth it, you make it work and you find a way. Here’s to six more years, and beyond!
Last year we were separated again, with DH at tech school down at Sheppard AFB, in Wichita Falls, Texas. Not the most romantic place for an anniversary getaway, but I went down and DH went overboard for our 5th. We unknowingly received the best gift that year, and nine months later DD was born.
On the actual day of our 5th anniversary, I took my first PT test in the operational Air Force. I was as anxious as you can imagine, and I did a significant amount of prep work to ensure my best performance. I was pregnant at the time, although it was a few days after conception and I was unaware. I had been hitting the gym every day while on seasoning training and eating clean. The hard work paid off when I got a 96.5, ensuring that I wouldn’t have to test again for a year. Well, DD changed all that, as you have six months to take your test after giving birth.
Before I became a parent, six months seemed like plenty of time to get back into acceptable shape for a PT test. Oh friends, how naive I was! My daughter will be four months old tomorrow, which means a mere two months stand between me and my testing due date. If you factor in that PT tests are typically done on UTA weekends, that means I probably have even less time, maybe a month, unless I make arrangements to do it during a weekday and take time off from my civilian job. Have I done much working out? That’s laughable. I haven’t ran since my 28th week of gestation. I tried doing sit-ups the other day and I felt the measly 25 that I’d done a couple days later. Needless to say, I’m not gunning for a 96 and an “Excellent” rating this year. I’ll be happy with a passing “Satisfactory.” Time to start eating better in preparation, getting FIL to watch DD for an hour while I go take a run, and doing pushups/sit-ups while watching TV every evening. It’s time to get serious. I know that a non-passing score not only subjects me to all of the not-so-fun discipline that’s come down the pike, but also jeopardizes my OTS package. Fingers crossed!