Memories Taste Eternal

I must keep reminding myself of this


By: Matt Edwards, in honor of our friend Rob Hancock and his poem “Today, I Run.”

All italicized lines are lyrics from Tool songs, Rob’s favorite band.


yesterday, I recovered

I sipped cold beer through chapped lips
and let my mind wade through its current
visualizing the next idyllic race
grinning
I just want to start this over

I foam rolled the length of my IT band 
and pressed a novelty landmine into my glute meat
digging through my old muscles, looking for a clue
because that kind of pain is my salvation 
broken now but faith can heal

I stretched myself into cats and cows and dogs
never feeling more calm, comfortable, and at home
than when posing as a child
a warrior
I’ll move, to heal, as soon as pain allows, 
so we can reunite, and both move together

today, I train

I pack color coordinated running clothes 
into a shoestring backpack
before work, before the sun thinks to spill over the mountains
ruled by will alone
because I wanna know what I’ve been hiding in my shadow
or at least that’s how I answer their questions

I solidify the workout in my head 
as I skip and lunge and—
delay the inevitable
I ask my body holding me if it’s ready
and a groan of tedium escapes me
I tell it, “you’re just here for me to use
two miles in, it warms, it concedes,
as if together we are choosing to be here right now

and with my feet upon the ground 
I lose myself between the sounds

now is my time
to contemplate what I’ve been clinging to

I enter a circle of fluorescent singlets and smiling faces
to start every Saturday morning
and release a sigh that seems to say “so glad that I have found you

as the circle unfurls and breaks 
into pace groups built on a humble premise of solidarity
that what you need is someone strong to guide you
I reach[…] out to embrace whatever may come

inevitably, someone begins to push the pace
I swallow hard
my breath becomes hesitant 
but then the cadence of a dozen feet pull me in
and a voice tells me to “aim your body heavenly”
and my fear begins to fade

I wanna feel the change consume me
what’s coming through is alive

tomorrow, I will race

I will step into the kaleidoscope of a corral 
to survey the competition
and when we’re called to the starting line
I will barely remember who or what came before this precious moment
then the gun’s sound will instantly transform 
months of dreaming into a reality
wedged between the mystery of preparation and outcome

miles in I’ll be riding the crests and troughs of confidence
realizing the futility of thinking I could see into the future
feeling the difference between experience and preparation
then I’ll remember that over-thinking, over-analyzing separates the body from the mind
that I must hold on, stay inside
embrace this moment
breathe

I will eventually come to a deciding moment:
to keep racing, or to simply run
to “win” is to make the tougher choice
to push it, to feel the full experience

at this moment I will recite an incantation:
“all this pain is an illusion
surviving is my only friend
recognize this as a holy gift”

and this will lift my head, urging me to cross the line

Today, I Run

Today, I run.

I run for health. For that calm alertness to follow. Sometimes it’s controlled, deliberate and precise. Other days, done with abandon — the clock be damned! Just go! Push! Whatever comes, I will be high all day. Work and conversation smoother, food tastier, slumber a bit sweeter. Its own reward.

I run because that is the time to simply be. Time when there is no room to lament the past; no time to worry about the future. No time to call or sit or text or email. This is the time, my time, to move, to breathe, to strive. To struggle. To count, tally, record. To embrace the gift of being.

To send that primitive message to the mind: That we moved today. We wandered, pursued, hunted. We were chased, maybe. And we survived. Like those before us, who made us, who are us. We ran.

And we might need to be just a little faster, go a little farther tomorrow. So, make sure we’re ready. Adapt. Make us go faster, farther.

So tomorrow, I run.

2020 Spring Training Camp

Come join the Boise Area Runners on May 1-3 at the McCall Outdoor Science School (MOSS) in McCall for a weekend of running, learning, and fun!

The camp is geared for beginning and experienced runners alike. Our goal is to help you improve all aspects of your running. It will feature dynamic presentations and interactive sessions covering:

  • Nutrition
  • Race planning
  • Yoga
  • Injury prevention and treatment
  • Training
  • Running safety
  • And much more!

No camp experience would be complete without fun runs, a movie night, and social time to socialize.

Our Spring Training Camp will be held at the University of Idaho’s MOSS campus, located inside Ponderosa State Park. Accommodations will be the campus rustic bunkhouses (think childhood summer camp!). MOSS will provide bottom sheets, but you are required to bring your own bedding, linens, and toiletries. The bunkhouses are heated and quite comfortable and accommodate 8 per room. Please note the bunkhouses are co-ed and individual accommodations may not be possible. If you have questions, please contact the organizers. Recently built bathroom and shower facilities are located on site, so no need to fear a cold shower or bathing in the lake (unless you want to)!

All meals during the camp are provided. When you sign up, be sure to indicate any dietary restrictions (vegetarian/vegan and/or gluten intolerance) and the awesome staff at MOSS will do their best to accommodate.

Come have fun, learn tips to enhance your running at any level, and meet up with a great group of runners!

Space is limited, so register early!

Becoming a Runner: A Girl Made Me Do It

By Matt Edwards

I’m standing in my corral. Some of the world’s best runners are part of the fluorescent mosh pit in front of me. The Chicago skyline shimmers in the sunrise above Grant Park. My eyes well up in reverence of the moment. Good thing I have a meticulously planned outfit for the occasion. 

My running story began in 2008 when Marianna took me for a “date” to the Marjory Stoneman Douglas track, her high school alma mater, in Parkland, Florida, for what was advertised as a “5 mile run”. Little did I know that there was a silent warm up mile and cool down mile that didn’t count toward the stated goal of 5. Afterward, Marianna said, “You’ve got a good enough stride.”

By 2009 I was married to a runner, but far from one myself. I still needed to chase a ball and keep score. I was even desperate enough to play several seasons of ultimate frisbee to fulfill my competitive desires. But my Saturday mornings were still spent reading a book and sipping coffee as Marianna left the house for a long run. I didn’t understand what compelled her to step out the door.

I’m trying not to go too fast. My watch is confused by the labyrinth of skyscrapers. It’s spitting out times that don’t make any sense! Just chill. I’ve done this before. Ride the wave of experienced runners. Listen to your breath. Focus on your stride. Let’s chuck these gloves.

The first race to sink its teeth into me was the 8.6 mile Payette Lake Race in 2012. It was significant before it even began for two reasons: One, it would become the longest race of my life up until that point. Two, I bought my first pair of running shoes. A pair of grey and orange Asics helped give birth to the obsessively coordinated running ensembles.

mattmariana.jpgI ran pretty well, for a guy who still didn’t train. But something about that experience was different. It might have been the pristine beauty of Payette Lake mirroring the pine covered mountains in the early morning sun. It might have been my oxygen deprived brain at over 5,000 ft. It might have been the taste of the post-race whole cone hops. I don’t know. But I think something about how much my feet hurt and how gassed I was at the finish line lingered as the most fulfilling part of the weekend: the feeling of truly giving it all I had. Something I hadn’t felt, or hadn’t pushed myself to, since my high school glory days. 

I’m doing math as I cross each mile marker to check my pace. The mosaic of multinational runners has been ebbing and flowing, but running wisely. I’m halfway through and only 14 seconds off pace. I’m sticking to my plan.

Early in 2013 I joined the BAR. Marianna had been going for a while, and she finally convinced me to show up to a Sunday morning run at Camel’s Back. I was greeted by friendly faces and a place in line going up Kestrel. This weekly run soon became our version of church.

I ran the Payette 8.6 the next fall, this time in New Balances. I entered the race with an experiment in mind: to see if I could imagine myself sustaining that effort for 13.1. I shaved a minute off my time, won a ribbon that reminded me of my ketchup and mustard soccer days, and left McCall knowing I could run a half marathon. 

Screw the math, I’m tired of it. I’m almost to mile 20 and pretty much on pace. Just grind it out from here, but stay chilly. You’re in good shape. A relaxed focus has got you here. Ride it out. Stay in the groove. Breath. But let’s get rid of these arm warmers.

Sure enough, first thing in 2014, Marianna and I picked a half marathon to do together. We settled on the Sun Valley half in early June. That gave us the entirety of five months to prepare. I did whatever Marianna told me to: I ran five days a week for the first time ever. Every Saturday was the longest run of my life. And believe me, my first 16 miler, in a downpour, almost ruined it for me. But, looking back, that run probably decided whether I was going to be a runner or not. The distance and conditions were relative misery, but, on top of that, I was experiencing intense stomach pain. I didn’t say anything to Marianna until we were finished because I knew she would have let me quit. My silence was fueled by my desire to not cut her run short and to avoid wussing out in anyway. And that right there has been the most valuable part about running with others. Whether with Marianna or my BAR-mates, the sense of community helps me give to others while simultaneously benefiting myself.

The Sun Valley Half Marathon came and went…great! I ran with Frank for the first time (we practically held hands for a mile), and I fulfilled my goal of running hard the whole way without losing too much steam by the end. I wore cotton socks for the last time, because of the huge blood blister I earned, I won a decorative dinner plate-thing, but most importantly, I became a runner. I was in.

That fall I returned to McCall for the Payette Lake Race, but this time for the 30k. It was the next notch in the belt, distance-wise, and it gave me great confidence that I could sustain that effort for 26.2. I mean, what’s so hard about running another 7.6 miles, right? 

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Last mile. Ignore the calves. Ignore the hip flexors. Post a time those guys have to chase at CIM. Damn, that wind almost knocked me over

The spring of 2015 brought me to my first marathon: the Famous Idaho Potato Marathon. I disregarded the advice to run your first marathon ‘just to run it,’ and instead shot for a Boston Qualifying time. I came up short that day, by a few minutes, but somewhere between the satisfaction of staying on pace through 22, feeling like I was in quicksand the rest of the way, fearing my neck would literally snap and let my head skip off the greenbelt and into the Boise River, and the tears I shed after the finish, something impenetrable and eternal happened: I became a marathoner. I did the hardest thing I had ever done, and I knew I had to do it again.

PR. PR. PR. Let’s soak this up and start thinking about New York. 

 

 

Special Order Going On Now!

Special Order BAR Jackets and BAR Long Sleeve Shirts

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Support the BAR by ordering limited edition BAR items! These jackets and shirts are ONLY available to order until December 1st. At that time we will get the items screen printed or embroidered, and shipped out to you. Even though the BAR logo only appears on the men’s long sleeve at the link below, it will be present on both front and back on all items.

 

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The BAR Made Boise Home Again

By Randi Walkins

When you find a community that provides you the space to be the person you need to be that day, it’s worth celebrating and supporting.

When Austin and I moved back to Boise after some time away, we knew we would need to rebuild our social circles and support network. But how? Even though we had both lived in Boise several years prior to our departure and return, we knew we’d changed and we wanted to honor those changes. While in graduate school, we had both started running and learned to appreciate the many things it brought to our lives. 

Austin and I taking our love for the BAR to the Austrian Alps.

We had found the Boise Area Runners website and were curious to join, but it wasn’t until Austin committed us to a Saturday morning run that we understood it’s value. After just a couple of events, we were hooked. We were suddenly meeting people that understood this crazy tendency of ours to run and race for fun. We began making friendships and learning about the diversity of backgrounds that were represented in the group. After just a few short months, we started hosting events and welcomed responsibility in the organization.  

Both Austin and I developed a desire to be involved in the BAR leadership team quickly. We benefited from the BAR community with that first group run and wanted to repay our debt. The BAR, being a volunteer run organization, needs committed people to keep its five weekly runs and numerous special events on the calendar. I think it’s fair to say that the BAR, and running, means many things to many people. For us, it helped us call Boise home again, and brought to our lives some transformative relationships that we would have never had otherwise. The BAR gave us the physical and emotional push we needed. Austin and I became better runners and developed friendships that we will treasure for the rest of our lives. 

As many of you know, Austin and I welcomed a baby boy to our family this year. While we will continue to run as a family of three, we have decided to step down from our responsibilities on the BAR leadership team for now. Let me just say, we already miss you all. With this, we ask that you consider volunteering your time in one of the many available leadership positions to keep the Boise Area Runners moving forward.  

What does the BAR bring to your life? Have you considered giving back?

Nominations for the 2020 elections are going on now. Please consider nominating yourself or someone else for a position using this form: ttps://forms.gle/RnmYq5AJs84H3Zfw9. The period for open nominations ends at the conclusion of the General Membership Meeting on Sunday, October 27th at the Boise Co-op at 11AM. We look forward to seeing you there!

The finish, but not the end.

Giving Back Through Leadership

By Beau Seegmiller

As many of you know (because I talk about it incessantly), I will be racing in the Berlin Marathon on Sunday, September 29th. This upcoming event has given me pause to reflect on my journey as a runner and as a competitor in the marathon. Berlin will be my twenty-second marathon. I remember it taking me over a decade to be able to run my first marathon. I also remember that the key for me successfully completing the preparation necessary to finish that first marathon happened because of a running club and the leadership a wonderful set of coaches provided. 

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I suffered from post-concussion syndrome through my early twenties. While in that condition I wasn’t able to run much at all; however, I remember when some of the symptoms (headaches, extreme fatigue, and general body pains) started to recede I began to train and run more intensely. When I could run four miles without any negative effects, I set my sights on a half-marathon. I trained and had a great first half marathon in Logan, Utah. While at the finish area of this small race, I noticed a big to do over a runner who had qualified for a particular marathon (I don’t remember which one). I recall that being the first time I considered running a marathon myself (at the young age of 24). 

I am not sure when I first decided to start training for a marathon, but I do remember buying The Complete Book of Running and following the wisdom and training plans it held. I decided to try the intermediate plan and soon injured my knee. I couldn’t even bend it for a week. A few years passed and I had moved to Shoshone, Idaho when I attempted a second time. I got a little further along that same plan when I suffered from an inexplicable bout of joint inflammation that sidelined me again. A few years later, while back in Logan, Utah for graduate school, I made the attempt again. This time I got to the 16 mile long run and within 10 weeks of the race when hamstring tendonitis put me out. At this point I accepted that I would run for health and well-being. So much so that I started to focus on power lifting and became a gym rat until the itch to run that 26.2 mile race surfaced again in my consciousness.

This time around I thought I needed to find a way to circumnavigate those seemingly inevitable injuries. By 2005 the internet was in place, so I used Google and discovered that coaching and clubs can be invaluable resources to preparing for a race like the marathon. Living in the Phoenix metropolitan area I had an array of choices. I settled on Phoenix Fit which had about a hundred members, five coaches, and a basic training plan that would get me ready for the PF Chang’s Rock and Roll marathon the following January. All for a cool $90 (I even got a shirt)! The club met once a week for Saturday long runs and had informational seminars on various running topics the half hour prior to the run. 

I ran and trained. I discovered that I loved running with people. I hadn’t run with people since high school cross country. The coaches were very informative and so supportive. Yet, those injuries started to come back. This time both knees and my right soleus became inflamed and angry. I thought I was doomed. The difference this time? I was surrounded by people and coaches who had been through these injuries before and knew treatment approaches: icing, stretches, and strength exercises that worked. It wasn’t long before I was running the first few miles of my first marathon way too fast and high on the joy of being in a race I had failed to reach in over a decade. After completing the last 6 miles of hell and in pain I had never experienced before, I relished the feeling of having completed a marathon.  

As I celebrated reaching this lifetime benchmark with my running club in the finish area, my thoughts went back to that first attempt at training for a marathon over ten years earlier. I felt that I was finally home. I had become the person I always wanted to be, the person I actually had been all along, just now in full bloom. I was a runner. 

What was the difference? In one word: community: a community that would not have been possible without the organization and leadership of those in the Phoenix Fit running club. The club was open to everyone and discoverable to strangers like me. Running is interwoven into the very fiber of every aspect of my being. I run to become who I am. Without Phoenix Fit, my journey would have been very different.

Fast forward to my move to the Boise area. First item on my agenda was to find a running group. The BAR was the first group I discovered and the last that I considered (Five group runs a week! Who can beat that?). After a year of involvement, the BAR was in need of new leadership. It was time for me to give back, to pass on the gift I had been given by the Phoenix Fit running club. 

Serving as the president of the BAR for almost four years now has been one of the great joys in my life. As a non-profit organization the BAR depends on volunteer leadership to function and provide the services it does (those five group runs and the like don’t happen on their own). I have been privileged to see the many contributions other BAR members have made in that time. I have also received as much or more than I have given. 

As we begin accepting nominations for the 2020 leadership team in the BAR, I invite you to consider giving back through taking on a leadership role in the BAR. You can nominate yourself (or get a friend to do it) here: https://forms.gle/RnmYq5AJs84H3Zfw9. Consider the different positions and offices where you might fit best. The period for open nominations ends at the conclusion of the General Membership Meeting on Sunday, October 27th.

More importantly, please take a moment and consider what this BAR tribe has meant to you and your running. How can you pay that forward to the next runner? What contributions can you make? 

With that, I sincerely hope to see you out on a run!

Beau

Geovanni Velazquez: Connecting More Deeply Through Running

By Beau Seegmiller

Geovanni Velazquez’s infectious smile and warm handshake is a hallmark feature at the BAR Sunday morning trail run each week. He and his wife Brita joined the BAR shortly after moving to the Treasure Valley a little over a year ago and have made deep connections to those that they run with as well as with each other. He has even found ways to connect more deeply with himself through running.

Geo was not always a runner. “When I lived in Chicago, I was really into cycling–during the summer, that is. It’s really uncomfortable to bike during a Chicago winter. One cold Midwestern March day when Brita and I were sitting around wishing it was spring, we decided to get off our butts and go for a run around our park. It felt so good to move my body despite the cold that I was hooked.” Since that time, they have continued to run and explore the different facets of running. When asked why he runs today, Geo replies, “I run to meet new people, explore the outdoors, and push myself to be my best.”

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Geo enjoying a well deserved treat after a Sunday morning trail run with the Boise Area Runners.

As Geo has continued to run and train he has discovered important life lessons along the way. “I’ve had to learn that it’s okay to just take time for me. In the past I’ve always felt like I needed to be making money or do something to help a family member, but now I’m learning that it’s okay to do something that will just benefit me and be for my own enjoyment.” 

He recalls back to a time earlier this past winter when the first big snow storm hit. “I felt like a little kid running in the snow up 8th street, and it felt like I was flying coming down.” Through many experiences like this, his running has become the treat he looks forward to each week. “Running in the Boise foothills is a special experience for me.  There have been days when I look out at the snowcapped mountains in the distance and feel like I could run forever.” 

Running isn’t always easy or free of obstacles. “I have experienced some intermittent knee pain, but I’m trying to be smart about strength training and foam rolling to combat it. Also, I have a very physical job in sand and gravel. During weeks when the workload is very physical it’s hard for me to run at all.” But, he has successful worked through these roadblocks to keep growing as a runner.

Running tends to spill over into other aspects of our lives (hence the capacity to create connections). In Geo’s words, “Firstly, running has helped me connect more deeply with myself. I’ve become a more thoughtful and mature person as running has become more significant to me. Also, it has brought my wife and I closer together as it is an enjoyable activity that we share.  Lastly, people in the BAR were some of the first people that we became friends with here in Boise. The BAR is a big reason that the Treasure Valley has started to feel like home to us. The Sunday Morning Trail Run is always one of the highlights of my week.”

Running may be the tool someone uses to stay healthy, get fit, or lose those stubborn pounds. But, at some point, every runner discovers something about themselves and those around them through the simple act of running. Geo unearthed this connection with himself, his wife, and his fellow runners through running. Keep it up, Geo!

See you out on a run!