{"id":25049,"date":"2019-09-16T10:12:15","date_gmt":"2019-09-16T15:12:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/?p=25049"},"modified":"2019-09-16T10:12:15","modified_gmt":"2019-09-16T15:12:15","slug":"busy-weekends-sometimes-at-nogglestead","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/2019\/09\/16\/busy-weekends-sometimes-at-nogglestead\/","title":{"rendered":"Busy Weekends Sometimes At Nogglestead"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So last weekend, I humblebragged on Facebook about my busy and pain-inducing Saturday:<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/bsgfx\/busysaturday.jpg\"><\/p>\n<p>The <a href=\"http:\/\/springfieldmemorialstairclimb.org\/\" target=\"_new\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">stair climb<\/a> was for the National Fallen Firefighters Association, and it involved climbing up and down every aisle at Missouri State University&#8217;s Plaster Stadium.  Four laps of each aisle.  It was single file, so it was more of a leg workout than a cardio workout.  I did it because I wanted to see if I could, and I was humbled by the number of firefighters who were doing the climb themselves <em>in full gear<\/em>.  So, yeah, I did okay for an old man, but nothing compared to those who serve.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d hoped I could do the climb in an hour and make it north to Bolivar (BALLiver) to catch my sons&#8217; cross country meet (but for it, they would have joined me at the stair climb).  However, the climb did not start at the time they said it would (8:30) because they had an opening ceremony, and when everyone lined up to begin, I stopped at the rest room first and found my way to the end of the line.  It took a while to get started, so I was only done and back to my car about an hour before my boys were scheduled to run&#8211;but the expediency of the meet meant that events were moved <em>earlier<\/em> instead of later (which is generally how it goes at a track meet).  So I got there just in time to pick up my son and turn around to drive another hour back.<\/p>\n<p>Pretty much all of it was guaranteed to make my legs stiffen, and we then went to a church festival where I bought the lad too many tickets, so he spent a couple of hours playing the games there while I watched and encouraged while standing on asphalt.<\/p>\n<p>Oh, yes, I felt that.<\/p>\n<p>So this weekend, I tried to top it.<\/p>\n<p>I:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Did a &#8220;5k&#8221; on Saturday morning that was more like 2.6 miles instead of 3.1.<\/li>\n<li>Immediately jumped into my car and drove 3.5 hours to Poplar Bluff, Missouri to help my brother put on a new roof.<\/li>\n<li>Climbed onto a ladder and helped tear off a new roof for five hours.<\/li>\n<li>Slept.<\/li>\n<li>Picked up shingles in the yard, put them in a wheelbarrow, wheeled them to a dumpster, unloaded, and repeated for four hours.<\/li>\n<li>Drove three and a half hours home.<\/li>\n<li>Did the Nogglestead Sunday afternoon chores.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>While working with my brother and his brother-in-law, we talked about how we were going to feel after the strenuous activity, and we agreed it wouldn&#8217;t be good.<\/p>\n<p>But I&#8217;m starting to wonder if humblebragging about how much we ache after that level of activity does not so much indicate how active we are, but how old we are.  So I&#8217;m reconsidering bringing it up again in conversation, gentle reader, except for this blog post.<\/p>\n<p>However, I think I will skip the martial arts class tonight.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So last weekend, I humblebragged on Facebook about my busy and pain-inducing Saturday: The stair climb was for the National Fallen Firefighters Association, and it involved climbing up and down every aisle at Missouri State University&#8217;s Plaster Stadium. Four laps of each aisle. It was single file, so it was more of a leg workout [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3334,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25049","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25049","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3334"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25049"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25049\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25050,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25049\/revisions\/25050"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25049"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25049"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25049"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}