If you've read my blog for a while, you'll know that I love pickleball. Lately though, I've found myself feeling a little discouraged. I haven't progressed as quickly as some of the people who started playing at the same time I did. I tend to make up for my lack of skill with enthusiasm, determination and a lot of running around the court. Then I remind myself of something important. I started playing pickleball at 59 after spending my adult life never playing a sport.

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