As I’m sure each and every one of you know, today is National Pickleball Day! 😉🙃 While I still firmly and firstly define myself as a runner—on a recent morning, I opted to run five miles instead of heading to the courts as originally planned—I do find profound joy hitting a yellow plastic ball with a short paddle around a small court with three other players.
To help you understand why this rapidly growing sport delights me—and maybe spur you to try it for yourself—here are seven reasons why I love pickleball.
It has a steep learning curve. I went from rank beginner to playing a game in an hour (for realz, 60 short minutes) when introduced to the sport at Rancho La Puerta. Sure, I had the benefit of playing tennis in my youth, but it’s by no means a necessity: Anyone can gain a lot of skills and tactics in a short amount of time. Pickleball has just a few rules. The scoring might take you a bit to catch on to, but a patient partner (or opponent!) is almost always happy to help.
It allows conversation—and laughter—during games. I play at a lot of different courts in and around Portland, and there’s a common mantra among most players: “I take the game seriously, but mainly I’m here to have fun!” I haven’t laughed so often or so hard with a bunch of random people since my freshman year of college—or maybe forever. I especially like that a lot of the crack-ups are from folks poking fun at themselves.
It’s a melding of all sorts of folks. Pickleball is an all-comers sport: At public courts, anyone can show up and play—there’s no screening process or fee involved. Then, unless you have a specific doubles partner, you get randomly paired with a playing partner. (The majority of pickleball games are played by four people, two on each side of the net, despite the entire court being less than half the size of a tennis court.) I play with school bus drivers, pharmacists, real estate agents, stay-at-home parents, software engineers, and more of many races and from across the political spectrum. I didn’t realize how unique this human amalgamation was until my former BRF, Molly, met me at the courts one day, and commented how cool it is that I hang out with people from all walks of life.
It’s a great way to make new friends. As runners, we know conversation flows more freely when we’re in motion and have a common reason for convening. Yet unlike running, pickleball can’t be done solo so games “force” you to interact. Frequenting the same courts regularly means you play repeatedly with the same people. For the longest time, I thought of these folks—Jennifer, Wally, Teresa, Lizzie, Cooper, Gena, and more—as simply my “pickleball pals.” It took Teresa suggesting a weekend getaway to her brother’s cabin at a Central Oregon resort with swanky pickleball courts for me to realize these people are truly friends—they are often the only non-family members I socialize with (usually for hours at a time!).
It makes me feel athletic—and scrappy. In pickleball, opponents often try to win a point by hitting a “drop” shot, one that just barely makes it over the net. Some players at the baseline just watch in consternation as they lose the point. Not me: I’ve come to realize I adore, absolutely adore dashing toward the net and lunging to return the shot. (If I’m not already up at the net, ready to volley.) That short burst of speed culminating in finesse makes me feel so dang scrappy. Somehow points that play out like this quell my deep-seated qualms of being an athletic poser, more than running a race ever did.
It feeds my competitive fire. I completely own that I’m a competitive person, and I make no apologies for it. Yet on the pickleball court, I honestly don’t keep track of winning and losing games. The thing I do love is winning a hard-fought point, a rally with each player striving their hardest to keep the ball in—and maybe to hit the winning shot. Not to get all woo-woo, but it creates a shared kinetic energy that multiplies with each successful whack of the ball. Last Saturday, playing a game with three skillful men, I hit a winning shot down the forehand line. My partner Dustin, a young, pony-tailed guy, said, “I could feel your intensity as you rushed forward for that shot.” That’s what I’m talking about!
It’s never the same game twice. Almost every sport I’ve ever done—running, swimming, rowing, cycling—involves repetitive motion. I’d convinced myself that was what I was good at, that I didn’t have the creativity, skill, or mental acuity to play a more ad-lib sport. Pickleball has proven me wrong—and showed me how much I love the improvisational nature of each point. Somewhere in my brain, I’m making split-second calculations about whether to drive the ball down the middle or tap it cross-court. Hitting a great shot makes me feel positively giddy. It’s what keeps me coming back to the courts day after day (I now play four to six times per week!) because no two games or points ever play out the same.
Loved this! I too learned to play Pickleball at Rancho La Puerta. It’s so fun to do something new and different. My husband is not a runner, but we enjoy Pickleball together. I’ve “taught” several others to play over last 6 months as well. I’ve been trying to remember the tips that you, Sarah, gave me while playing in Redmond.
Happy National Pickleball Day! 🎉🥒 As a dedicated runner turned pickleball enthusiast, I can’t help but share my love for this rapidly growing sport. Here are seven reasons why pickleball has captured my heart:
1. **Steep Learning Curve:** Pickleball may seem daunting at first, but I was amazed by how quickly I picked up the basics and got into playing a game. The simple rules and welcoming community made the learning process enjoyable.
2. **Conversation and Laughter:** One of the best parts of pickleball is the camaraderie and laughter shared on the court. Whether I’m playing with friends or strangers, there’s always a sense of fun and lightheartedness.
3. **Diverse Community:** Pickleball brings together people from all walks of life. It’s refreshing to play with individuals from different professions, backgrounds, and ages, creating a vibrant and inclusive community.
4. **Making New Friends:** Through pickleball, I’ve formed genuine connections with fellow players. The shared experience of playing and the conversations during games have led to lasting friendships both on and off the court.
5. **Feeling Athletic and Scrappy:** As someone who loves a good challenge, pickleball satisfies my competitive spirit. Whether I’m lunging for a drop shot or strategizing my next move, each point makes me feel agile and determined.
6. **Competitive Fire:** While winning is always a thrill, what truly fuels my passion for pickleball is the intensity of each rally. The shared energy and determination during a hard-fought point create an exhilarating experience unlike any other.
7. **Unpredictable Gameplay:** What sets pickleball apart for me is the unpredictable nature of each game. With split-second decisions and creative shot-making, no two points are ever the same, keeping me engaged and excited to improve with every match.
So, whether you’re a seasoned player or curious newcomer, I encourage you to give pickleball a try and experience the joy and excitement of this incredible sport! Happy Pickling! 🏓🎾 #NationalPickleballDay #PickleballPassion