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Poem Describes The Nerves Of Your First Start Line

First Start Line

As dreaded as middle school slow dance.

My outfit is not right
and they are shaking

my knees—I think suddenly
how lucky, the trees.

What are we doing here
most unlady and like the rest

find nobody belongs.

I remind myself of the first time
I toed the line

And remember
everything is going to be fine.

Other poems by Alexi:

Prepping For A Race
Insight Into The Competitive Runner
“Before”—Poem About The Olympics

Alexi Pappas

Alexi Pappas

Alexi Pappas is an avid tweeter and her thoughts can be found @alexipappas. She graduated magna cum laude from Dartmouth College before running off to compete in the 2012 U.S. Olympic Trials in Eugene. Alexi then joined the Ducks as a University of Oregon fifth-year student, helping lead the team to two NCAA championships in 2012 and 2013. She currently runs professionally for the Nike Oregon Track Club Elite with her eyes on 2016. She is also proudly fueled by: EnduroPacks, Wild Friends Nut Butters, BeetBoost, Long's Meat Market, Newman's Fish Company, Great Harvest Bread (Eugene), Cafe Mam Coffee, Runa, and the OG Corner Market. Alexi is also a writer, filmmaker, and actress. She co-wrote the script for the award-winning feature film Tall as the Baobab Tree, and is currently in post-production on her second film, Tracktown. Alexi also writes a monthly column for TrackTown USA about her training and life as a professional runner. She is also sponsored by The Mammoth Lakes Crib.