The only sports story I’ve ever written…
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(December 2, 2009)
COLUMBIA — Stephens College cross-country coach Dane Pavlovich worried as he watched his top runner’s first mile at the American Midwest Conference Championships in St. Louis’ Forest Park. Gracie Boelsems, a freshman basketball recruit who had never run cross-country in her life, was competing for one of five nationals spots that the AMC allots for runners not part of the conference champion team.
Boelsems clocked in at a 5:59.00 mile pace, a fast time that secured her third place. But the time was also 16 seconds faster than she typically runs her first mile. Pavlovich was concerned that she has gone out faster than she could maintain. His gut told him his top runner might be in trouble.
Boelsems, a California native, ran recreationally throughout high school, but never planned on cross-country until a casual e-mail inviting Stephens students to try running caught her eye. Boelsems figured the team would keep her active and in shape her basketball season. But it was immediately clear to her teammates and coach that she was fast.
“She came to me and said she wanted to give it a try which is funny because from the first practice it was evident that she would be our top runner,” Pavlovich said.
“She hadn’t run before so I didn’t know if she would be fast,” said Kelsi Simpson, a teammate of Boelsems who is running on scholarship for Stephens. In the season’s first meet, the Maryville Cross Country Classic, Boelsems got 11th overall against competitors from Washington University, one of the top Division III running programs in the country. By October, Boelsems had consistently scored enough that Pavlovich believed the NAIA National Championships in Vancouver, Washington was obtainable.
“It was a big surprise. My coach sat me down and said, ‘Gracie you don’t realize this but you’ve put yourself in a position to go to nationals,’” Boelsems said. The opportunity depended on her conference meet results.
By the second mile of conferences, Boelsems began to pay for her speedy start. She slipped to fifth place and began to slow. Her stride shortened and became choppier. A William Woods University competitor gained ground with every second that passed. At one point her competitor was so close that Boelsems could heard her breathing.
But coming up on the course were the hills.
Her junior and senior year in high school Boelsems would get up before school, throw on the running gear she had laid out the night before and slip out the door to run. She’d run three to four mile loops that led through Huntington Beach marshlands, showcased great white herons and scenic paths and led to local hotspots such as Seal Beach and Sunset Beach. She ran simply because she enjoyed the exercise, wanted to maintain a healthier lifestyle and needed to get faster for basketball. In the summers, after working as a lifeguard, Boelsems ran on the soft sand. Pavlovich attributes beach running to her shorter, choppier stride. But beach running also provided her with a unique base that she used to excel on hills.
Boelsems used that base during the hilly part of the course to put some distance between herself and her competitor. There was 600 meters to go. Boelsems exploded down the hill and rushed toward the finish line at a strong pace. “200 meters to Washington,” thought Pavlovich. Boelsems heard her coach scream, “Kick it in.” She pushed past her competitor on the last leg and aimed for the finish line.
It’s “lonely” being a two-sport athlete, Boelsems said. She is constantly tired. Her body aches. She doesn’t see a lot of people. Megan Brown, a freshman teammate of Boelsems’, said that Gracie was fascinated by the personal free time of her teammates this season. Between classes, two sports practices and homework, Boelsems didn’t have a lot of down time to relax with friends.
Pavlovich also recognized the physical and mental strain playing two sports can put on a student athlete. A couple of times Boelsems hit a wall in her training, he said. Athlete and coach discussed how to predict these occurrences so they could lay off the work during those times. Already, Boelsems does not run at basketball practice.
“It’s a very careful balance,” Pavlovich said.
But according to both Pavlovich and Boelsems, the conference race was a healthy day for the latter. The surge she gathered after the hills propelled her to a 10th place finish. Because she was the fifth runner not part of the AMC champion team, Park University, she earned the last national spot. Despite her excitement, Boelsems was more concerned about cheering her teammates on after her race. This wasn’t unusual. According to Brown, Boelsems is always an encourager, always positive and always humble. She also occasionally provides moments of comic relief for her team.
Boelsems never experienced autumn before coming to Missouri and was fascinated by the changing colors of the leaves on the MKT trail. One rainy day when the team stopped running, Boelsems walked to the side of the trail next to a tree, threw up her arms and stared at the colorful canopy. She was caught up in what Brown called a “charming innocence,” and taken by the leaves and their colors.
“If you are ever feeling down just go underneath a tree and look up,” Boelsems told her teammates, much to their amusement. Boelsems’ optimism towards simple things like changing leaves carries over to her training. After placing 286th out of 330 runners at the NAIA National Championships on Nov. 21, Boelsems is already excited for next season.
“I think I’m always going to want to run,” Boelsems said.
When school picks up after Thanksgiving break, there will be no down time for the athlete. Already, she is training as a forward on the basketball team and Pavlovich, who is also the Stephens basketball coach and associate athletic director, expects that she will be brought off the bench often to gain valuable playing time for a freshman. Between cross-country and basketball, he sees Boelsems every day. But her determination and drive make every interaction valuable to him as a coach.
“I’m lucky because I get to be around her from August to March,” Pavlovich said, “hopefully, for the next three years.”
Jump
An application for a class: In a paragraph, provide memorable insight into your life that is not addressed in a resume.
My approach to life can be described by my approach to bridge jumping. Take the Dorset Avenue Bridge, for example, from which I jumped in the summer of 2007. There were 20 minutes left in the Longport Beach Patrol scavenger hunt, and the last item on our list was: Jump off a bridge. Photo mid-air required. 12 points. Our group knew everyone else would drive to the mini-golf course in Margate and take a picture on the tiny bridge over a pond on the eighth hole.
There were no extra points for jumping off Dorset, which arches over a winding lagoon in Ventnor Heights, a neighborhood just outside of Atlantic City, N.J. But it didn’t matter. We headed to Dorset. My blood pulsed with pride and competiveness and a boldness that tends to emerge when I want to be perceived as brave. I knew then that I would jump. I hopped up onto the rail, slipped my shirt up over my head and handed my shorts to a friend.
I wanted to let go, without pausing, and disappear into the blackness below. But the water looked shallow from my perch. I envisioned a messy death.
So I ran down the bridge, jumped onto a stranger’s dock and quickly lowered myself into the water to test the depths of where I would land. Satisfied with the water level, I climbed back up the dock and up the side of the bridge to the top.
Only then did I laugh and let myself plummet into that dark water.
I love my paper.
The Columbia Missourian took home 58 awards at the Missouri Press Foundation’s Better Newspaper Contest banquet this weekend in Branson, Mo. I won two; one for my first James T. Scott lynching story and another for a story that ironically I didn’t want to write at all.
Really proud of my Gold Medal Newspaper.
9/11
It’s sixth grade and my classmates and I arrive to art class. The TV is on and we see a burning building and the teacher is crying and we don’t do anything in class that day.
Most of us are pleased about the free class. Though we live in South Jersey, the World Trade Center is a far-off entity we’ve heard of but don’t really understand. It sounds important. But even as we try to enjoy the free period, we can’t ignore this sense that something is happening, that this isn’t just some tragedy in a place somewhere else. So we chatter nervously among ourselves and try to ignore that somber television.
Later, when the second plane hits and Ms. Heiser, whose daughter worked in one of the buildings, collapses and screams in the middle of class and my father, a newspaper editor, sits the family down to explain what he knows, I finally feel the hurt and fear of a nation and my 11-year-old self breaks down and cries.
In history that day, Ms. Moss had told us that we will never forget where we were, what we did, what was said on this day — the way our parents remember when John F. Kennedy is shot. And though I struggled to understand the scope of what happened on Sept. 11, I never did.
Packing
On the last father/daughter road trip to Missouri:
Katy: (grumpily) I can’t wait until I cannot pack my life away into a car.
Dad: One day you’ll wish to God you could pack your life into a car.
And drive away.
That I can promise you.
From the peanut gallery
Dear Jack
Dear Jack,

I told you I’d write you a letter before you left for school. And here it is.
You probably thought it would be eloquent. And sappy. And full of epiphanies. It’s not. This is real advice from a sister who would do a couple of things differently if she could. I know you think I’ve turned into a boring old mom, but I’ve learned a few things, you see.
So listen up:
1. The first two weeks of college are very important. Everyone makes the fake friends they are going to hang out with for a couple of months before they find their real friends. We’ll call this the golden friendship window of opportunity. And guess what? It closes. Quickly. Which leads me to point No. 2…
2. Be nice to everybody, especially at the beginning. Seriously. There is going to be a lot of fake shit. Lots of “Hi, my name is Sally. I’m a nursing major and I live on this floor and what’s your name? What’s your major? Oh my god. Oh my god…” HUMOR YOURSELF AND PARTICIPATE. (Yours truly didn’t play this game so well) Be as friendly as possible even if it feels ridiculous. Because after two weeks people settle into friend groups and if you haven’t made any effort to talk to anyone you’ll realize that no one else but you is making any effort to meet new people. So don’t act too cool for school. Pun intended. (See Point No. 1)
3. You are going to go to college and meet people who have never gone to the beach and grew up in Hicksville and wear flannel and shit and you will feel 123123123x cooler than them because you come from an amazing place and have lived a wonderful beachy life and think you are awesome because of it. (And you are) And I know you are going to get to school and hang up the “Watch your children” sign you stole from the beach after the hurricane and wear your patrol gear to class yada yada. (And that’s fine.)
Share your life. It is, after all, what makes you, you and what makes you unique. But, essentially, while you are at school, that life is over. Be humble too. Don’t kill people with the I’m-the-beach kid act either. I guess the best way to describe it is don’t be like me and go to school and wear a big fuck you on your forehead because you think you are the coolest because you wear surf shop hoodies and your dad makes surfboards. Don’t let the place you come from own you. Be open to people’s different backgrounds.
Be present.
4. This one is sort of hard to explain, but I’ll try. Don’t feel limited or bogged down in your past. Don’t let it define you. Because you don’t have a past in college. And no one knows anything about you. And often I found people assume you are cooler than you are unless you prove them wrong somehow. Don’t not talk to a girl because in high school you don’t think you could have talked to her. Don’t not go out for some weird ass club just because it would have been weird in high school. High school is over. Kaput. Do whatever you want. Talk to whoever you want. Be whoever you want…
5. But do not ever, under any circumstances, lie about your past. And yes, exagerrating counts. This sounds like a no-brainer. But I promise, it’s surprisingly tempting, especially freshman year when it feels like every interaction is centered around having to define yourself. Don’t do it.
6. It’s okay to be disappointed. Or unhappy. Or stressed. College is made out to be this like amusement park ride of happiness and freedom, like the fact that your whole life has just been uprooted is supposed to be this seamless process. But one day you are going to have a shit ton of homework and you are going to crave an old friend. Or Mom’s salmon. Or your room. Maybe you’ll just really want to be alone. Or some stupid thing will remind you of the ocean or beach patrol or whatever it is that you miss the most. This feeling will suck. Just know that it is normal and everyone around you is carrying the things that they miss too.
7. If something bothers you about your roommate (that’s reasonable), tell them right away. It’s not fair to tell someone after months of living together that something they do bothers you and expect them to change.
8. I’ll keep this one simple. You’ve been drinking since you were 15. There is absolutely no reason why you should be that THAT freshman. The one who pukes in the community bathroom or is a newly liberated shit show. This unfortunately common species of frosh are pathetic. Leave amateur hour in high school.
9. If JMU has an improv club, you should join. You are the funniest person I know. Join lots of clubs, actually. It’s the best way to meet people that you might share something in common with. Check them all out. Quit later if its not feeling right. Then try something else. I didn’t meet friends in classes. I met them playing field hockey. Or swimming. Or in nerdy situations like journalism clubs.
10. Unless you plan on aceing a class, don’t skip lectures that take attendance. That being said (sorry mom!) don’t put up with classes that waste your time teaching things out of the book you can just read. Skip class and study that subject instead. (Or don’t.)
11. The rest of the world is not as sarcastic as us. This is disappointing, I know. But use sparingly. (You will thank me for this. I promise)
Love ya little brother. Can’t wait to see you across the deck when JMU and Mizzou converge at East Coast Championships 2012!! (Oh I didn’t tell you? Not doing swim club isn’t an option.)
Katy
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Whoot.
A simple wish
I know it makes no sense, but I want Badlands played at my funeral. And the congregation will wear blue jeans and bandanas and dance on the pews. And Clarence and I will smile down at everyone.





