Not knowing exactly what to expect, but having actually jumped from a plane, I didn’t think the wind tunnel was going to be that difficult.
Oh.How.Wrong.I.Was.

Fifteen minutes doesn’t sound that long, but by the 4th round of 2 minute sessions I was nearly in tears.   I was frustrated that I didn’t ‘get it’ the first 12 seconds in.  I was pissed because my instructor kept telling me to relax.
Relax? ARE YOU SERIOUS? DUDE…I AM JUMPING OUT OF FUCKING PLANE…THERE ARE THINGS I NEED TO KNOW!
Come to find out after 15 minutes and some awesome coaching from experienced formation and wingsuit jumpers….I just needed to relax and have fun.
“Quit over thinking it. Get in there and float, smile, feel the wind and when you start getting potato chipy–breath and push your bush.” and he thrusts his hips out and wiggles his eyebrows.

I fell into the wind tunnel the last couple of times and turned myself to look out to the observation deck and saw the guy with the nickname ‘Monkey’ and he just kept grinning like a mad man which made me laugh and when he thrust his hips out, I did the same and low and behold…the arch stabilized my body and I was more in control.

John kept reassuring me that I was doing great and each time I wanted to slap his helmet and say, “I AM NOT!” but he was probably right seeing he has done this many more times than I have.   At the end of the session I told him, “I did better when I listened to the Monkey.”
I was excited to get the instructions I did and John got some new tips on turning that he was happy about.  All in all it was a pretty successful trip to ifly.

On the way home I could tell I was going to have to spend some time on my hair.  A skydive free fall lasts about 60 seconds.  After one skydive it takes me an hour to be able to get my fingers through my hair.  Yesterday I did the equivalent of 15 sky dives.  I had the Something About Mary hair going on.   Thinking it was only my bangs, I didn’t do anything about it and just passed out on the console on the way home.
This morning I realized it was my whole head was a tangled mess. From the root to the tip, there wasn’t a lock of hair that wasn’t entangled with another.

After the wash and deep conditioning I thought I would be able to just run a pic/comb through it and be on my merry way. Not so much.
It was taking so long that I had to throw it in a granny bun and figured I would detangle it at work.
It took until NOON before I could run a comb through my hair without crying.

Everything on my body hurts today. My eyelashes actually ache.  120 mph winds for 15 minutes.   There is NO way Dorthy and Toto could have survived that!

Flying Monkeys can though…and do it smiling.