The Story Behind "Pace Yourself"
At 24 weeks pregnant, a COVID infection turned catastrophic. I was hospitalized twice, then given a stark choice: stay and face certain death for both me and my baby, or be intubated and transferred 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. An experimental treatment — approved specifically for pregnant women, and only in Florida, during my coma — turned the tide. I woke up to a body that had wasted away: unable to lift my head, my arms, or my legs.
Coming off the ventilator was its own trauma. Learning to breathe unassisted felt violent. In a moment of collapse and doubt, I heard four 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.”