The Story Behind "Pace Yourself"
At 24 weeks pregnant, a COVID infection turned catastrophic. I was hospitalized, then given a stark choice: stay and face certain death for both me and my baby, or be intubated with only a 15% chance of survival. I chose to fight, made peace with the odds, and asked everyone I knew to pray.
I spent 9 days in a coma. By a miracle, I survived, but awoke to a body that had wasted away: unable to lift my head, my arms, or my legs.
Recovery was a battle every moment, but I was fighting for me and my daughter. In a moment of collapse and doubt, I prayed desperately and heard three words that reframed everything: “Pace yourself, girl.” That phrase carried me from lifting a heel half an inch off a hospital bed, to relearning to walk in physical therapy, to carrying my newborn daughter around the house doing modified leg lifts — to eventually discovering pickleball at Christmas 2022.
Pickleball wasn't the start of my recovery. It's where recovery became joy. And it's why Pickle-Balance exists: to help people move and get stronger at whatever pace is actually theirs.
“Some days all you can do is not give up, and that is enough. Even if you only make an inch of progress today, over time you will look back and see how far you've come.”