Harriman Nelson's Journal

My Friend Lee-page 33
The Creamsickle
The Invitation
Bike Week
The Java Connection
Lee's Tattoo
My Friend Lee-page 33
My Friend Lee-page 34
My Friend Lee-page 35
My Friend Lee-Page 36
My Friend Lee-page 37
My Friend Lee-page 38
My Friend Lee-page 39
My Friend Lee-page 40
My Friend Lee-page 41
My Friend Lee page 42
My Friend Lee-page 43
My Friend Lee -page 44
My Friend Lee-page 25
My Friend Lee-Page 26
My Friend Lee-Page 27
My Friend Lee-Page 28
My Friend Lee -page 29
My Friend Lee -page 30
My Friend Lee-page 31
My Friend Lee-page 32
My Friend Lee-page 24
My Friend Lee-page 23
My Friend Lee- page22
My Friend Lee-page 21
My Friend Lee-page 20
My Friend Lee- Page 19
My Friend Lee-page 18
My Friend Lee page 17
My Friend Lee-page 16
A Short Story
A 'Harry Halloween'
My Friend Lee-page 15
My Friend Lee-page 14
My Friend Lee-page 13
My Friend Lee-page 12
My Friend Lee-page 11
My Friend Lee-page 10
My Friend Lee-page 9
My Friend Lee-Page 8
My Friend Lee-page 7
My Friend Lee-page 6
My Friend Lee-Page 5
Life With Lee-page 4
Life with Lee- page 2
Life with Lee-page 3
Reflections-the 'In Between Years'
My photo-scrapbook album
About Me

Night Sweats

Night Sweats

Everything was ready. As one of the official sponsors of the marathon, all I had to do was show up, or not. My check had already been cashed.

I hurried to the starting gate only to learn that my boys hadn’t arrived yet. I was beginning to worry.

I’d had a sleepless night and had found them on the outcrop  at NIMR as sleepless as I. It was going to be a hard day for them. Running a 26.2 mile marathon is no easy task. Both were fit enough, medically speaking, but oh the trials and tribulations getting a runner to pace themselves properly  so they’re not at the point of exhaustion before the finish.

At least I’d managed to get some hot soup into them as soon as I’d demanded they come out of the damp, and have breakfast later, even if I had to force feed them. Complex carbs are very important for such a task as a long long run.

Since none of us could sleep, and since I doubted lack of it would make any difference to their athleticism, I decided to regale them with the fascinating differences between the varieties of plankton around the world. Lee was asleep in minutes. Not so Chip. He was more worried about Lee’s mind set and began to tell me about the huge guilt trip Lee was putting on himself should he (God forbid) come in last or have to withdraw.

Why should I be surprised. Lee thinks the world of his crew, and would do anything not to disappoint them. But Chip said it was probably more about disappointing me.

Me? I hadn’t been pushing him, had I? That had been Morton’s prerogative.  Proud of Lee, yes, and proud that Chip had decided to take up the gauntlet when Lee had registered him as an entrant too, but pushing them?   Okay, so maybe I’d told them that too many times.

Well, if I was going to push, I might as well push Chip to get a few more zzz’s in himself, and made him use the recliner ‘to just stretch out a bit’.

In the meantime I made sure the alarm was set in plenty of time for them to get up. As double insurance, I called Jamison and suggested he go get the boy’s gear and meet them here so they didn’t have to drive home first .

Breakfast would be  waiting for when they woke up. Well, okay, some of those frozen egg and biscuits were in the freezer. At least I thought they were allowed on  Chip’s regimen. If not, they could choose  carte blanche from the cafeteria. My treat.

I had to be at the marathon’s command center well before   Lee and Chip would even be up. Yes, Chip had fallen asleep almost as soon as I’d levered the recliner backwards. I would have to  wish them luck at the starting gate, I thought cheerfully as I left the apartment, seeing Will’s car drive up.

But now, back to the present,  as most of the runners had already signed in and were milling around doing stretching exercises, I was beginning to wonder what was keeping them. Tripping down the stairs? An accident? ONI? The SecNav? The President? Were they waylaid by some urgent mission to save the world and it was only a matter of time before someone called me back to NIMR and Seaview?

Finally I saw them, a bit smudged, as they left Jamison, and headed to the sign in table.

‘We had a flat,’ Doc explained at my scowl, as if it explained everything, which it did. Did I ever feel a fool for having let all those ‘what if’s run around in my head.

A gentle nudge directed me to the sponsor’s tent, which had an elevated dais and uninterrupted view of the start, and I asked Doc to join me. I couldn’t help noticing that he had his Dr.’s bag with him, as if he was expecting further trouble. But there was no time to ask.

The officials were pleading for silence as they recapped the rules for the waiting throng of runners. There was no rhyme or reason to where anyone was in that crowd. I couldn’t see my boys at all.  

Then the starters’ pistol fired.

Sharkey , across the road with several of the crew waving signs and banners, suddenly pointed toward me, and I finally saw Lee and Chip take the hint and turned their faces toward my side of the road. They smiled and waved as they had apparently done for the crew, then  resumed to the business of running this race and seemed to be in some sort of discussion.  Or was it an argument? Was Chip yelling at him? Was Lee yelling back?  Oh lord, it was going to be a long long day.