As I got older, I began playing tournaments and competitive high school play. I ended up placing third for our school district in the state of Georgia. This was a huge accomplishment for me! Soon after, tennis fell by the wayside as I moved out to Utah and began attending BYU. I no longer had my dad or brother to play with every day.
Fast forward to this Christmas break, I went home to visit my family for a few weeks. I was expecting many hours of tennis with my family during this short break home, however, my dad asked if I had ever tried the sport “Pickleball”. At first, I thought there was no way a sport with the name of food could be fun or even taken seriously. Boy was I wrong!! My dad and I went to the local Y in Augusta, Georgia. There we were met with about twenty other people who were all pickleball lovers. I was thrown into the fire before I even knew what a “dink” was!
As soon as I stepped onto the court it was incredible. I fell in love with the game! It reminded me of when I first started playing tennis again. Even though I had never played before, I loved taking my tennis mechanics and try to translate them into an effective pickleball strategy.
I love this sport immensely and It has really taken me back to my true tennis roots. I’m grateful for everyone who has mentored me and helped me learn the game. I invite anyone and everyone to share their pickleball story!
How did you get started? I’m excited to see what people share!