You would be hard-pressed to find anyone more in love with pickleball over the past 15 months.
From my first lesson to launching this pickleball blog to getting certified, I have been ALL IN, driving everyone nuts with my incessant pickleball chatter.
But last week, after scraping myself off the couch and dropping my first few games, I sighed deeply and thought, “Pickleball sucks.”
That was it.
That’s when I knew I was teetering on the brink of burnout.
Suddenly, the sound of the paddle hitting the ball felt like a taunt. At that moment, I realized that the game I once loved was now draining the life out of me.
But unlike a job or a marriage, pickleball is my leisure time–and I have choices. Before looking at solutions for pickleball burnout, let’s look at some warning signs.